Saturday, March 21, 2009

More Phun at Peyton PHlaCe

As I mentioned in a previous post, I have been trying to work from home one or two days a week. I get so much more done at home. And since many of my contacts are located in different time zones around the world, my day does not start and end during "normal" work hours.

And I do make myself available almost as if I were sitting at my desk in the office. I am available on company instant messaging and email. I leave my cell phone number on my instant message status. The only things I do not do are participate personally in meetings (I am available to call in if I feel the need) and I do not answer my desk phone. Of course, I am also not available for water cooler conversations....those I miss:)

So, why am I retelling you this? Because many of my colleagues who are stuck in the office occasionally show signs of bitterness when I am not physically within their sights or at least answering my phone. Sometimes I go in after a day at home and find I have three messages from the same person whose office may be on the other side of the building. The first message asks me to call them. The next message informs me why I need to call them and lets me know that they are waiting to hear back. By the third message, they are usually a little ticked off that I have not called them back. If there is a fourth message it is usually not repeatable...

Now I am available on instant messaging and everyone in the office has access to the instant messaging service. Again, my status clearly states that I am working and available from home and can be reached via email and cell (# provided) as well. But they do not call me on my cell...why should they? They called the office phone...They do not instant message me...why should they? They called my office phone...

So I have changed my voicemail greeting:

"...You have reached my voicemail (duh). If I do not respond to your call in a respectable amount of time, it is probably because I am out of the office on PTO or working from home (and probably did not get the call; I do not ignore you just to piss you off). The best way to reach me at anytime is to send an email or an instant message."
That approach has helped somewhat. Of course, there are always a few who still choose to believe that I am at home eating bon bons, watching soaps, shopping, partying, blogging (ooops), or whatever. Actually, I do have a basement full of elves that I make do all the actual work that get done when I work from home...and my laundry, toilet cleaning, dishes, cooking, etc, but that is a story for a different day (and I'd appreciate it if you could keep that between us).

And there are a few more who leave a voicemail that they will email me. They email asking me to call them. If they do not let me know why I should call them, chances are that I will answer my other higher priority emails before I call them (because by then I will get a second email telling me why I need to call them). And if I am in a meeting (via phone from home) and do not call back right away, I will probably get a third email copied to my boss and my boss's boss explaining that I am holding up company revenue and I really should get back to them. Which of course I do as soon as my meeting is ended because if have the power to hold up company revenue, I must be pretty important and I probably should act like it....

So now I am thinking that maybe I should have a response message on my email as well. I decided to try to find some ideas by doing what I do best...yeah, stumbling. Here are a few samples I came across that just might work for me:

I am currently out of the office at a job interview and will reply to you if I fail to get the position. Please be prepared for my mood.


You are receiving this automatic notification because I am out of the office. If I was in, chances are you would not have received anything at all.


Sorry to have missed you, but I am at the doctor's having my brain and heart removed so I can be promoted to our management team.


I will be unable to delete all the emails you send me until I return from vacation. Please be patient, and your mail will be deleted in the order it was received.


The email server is unable to verify your server connection. Your message has not been delivered. Please restart your computer and try sending again.


Thank you for your message, which has been added to a queuing system. You are currently in 352nd place, and can expect to receive a reply in approximately 19 weeks.


Hi, I'm thinking about what you just sent me. Please wait by your computer for my response.


I've run away to join a different circus.


I will be out of the office for the next two weeks for medical reasons. When I return, please refer to me as Phillip instead of Phillipia.

I like the way this lady thinks...

If only more of our mothers' generation thought like this, the men of our generation would probably be easier to please...well, some of them anyway...

Friday, March 20, 2009

A New Mascot (Apologies to Uncle Sam)...

30 Harsh Things...

...a woman can say to a naked man...
  1. I've smoked fatter joints than that.
  2. Ahhhh, it's cute.
  3. Why don't we just cuddle?
  4. You know they have surgery to fix that.
  5. Make it dance.
  6. Can I paint a smiley face on it?
  7. Wow, and your feet are so big.
  8. It's OK, we'll work around it.
  9. Will it squeak if I squeeze it?
  10. Oh no... a flash headache
  11. (giggle and point)
  12. Can I be honest with you?
  13. How sweet, you brought incense.
  14. This explains your car.
  15. Maybe if we water it, it'll grow.
  16. Why is God punishing me?
  17. At least this won't take long.
  18. I never saw one like that before.
  19. But it still works, right?
  20. It looks so unused.
  21. Maybe it looks better in natural light.
  22. Why don't we skip right to the cigarettes?
  23. Are you cold?
  24. If you get me real drunk first.
  25. Is that an optical illusion?
  26. What is that?
  27. It's a good thing you have so many other talents.
  28. Does it come with an air pump?
  29. So this is why you're supposed to judge people on personality.
  30. I guess this makes me the early bird.
I can honestly say that I have never been this harsh....

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Today being the Feast of St. Joseph....

...and St. Joseph being the father of all fathers, surely would have sent his Son to a Catholic school, had there been Catholic schools when he was raising his Son...

Ok, I'll cut the crap....

I just like this cartoon, because I find it so true, from personal experience...well, almost - I am not now nor have I ever been anyone's son - just thought maybe that needed clarification....

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

A new stress relief plan....

I have been way over stressed lately - at work and at home.

At work there is just too much to do, too many people wanting it done - too many different ways and yesterday.

At home, I admit, it is my own fault. I try to do too much. Because there is soooo much I want to do.

But as I was stumbling for some work related info, I came across a stress management technique recommended in all the latest psychological journals (I wish I knew which specific journals so I could write them a letter of thanks...).

Anyway, try this 7-step stress reducer the next time you have having an especially frustrating day...it works...really...
1. Picture yourself near a stream in the mountains.

2. Birds are softly chirping in the cool mountain air.

3. No one knows your secret place.

4. You are in total seclusion from the hectic place called the world.

5. The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.

6. The water is crystal clear.

7. You can easily make out the face of the person you are holding under the water.

It got me smiling...how about you?

Ipod Family


Probably more like great, great, grandfather, but still....

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

The Irish have a great philosophy...

In life, there are only two things to worry about...
Either you are well or you are sick.

If you are well, there is nothing to worry about.
But if you are sick, there are only two things to worry about...
Either you will get well or you will die.

If you get well, there is nothing to worry about.
But if you die, there are only two things to worry about...
Either you will go to heaven or hell.

If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about.
And if you go to hell, you’ll be so busy shaking hands with all your friends...
You won’t have time to worry!

Irish Diplomacy....

I am part Irish, thanks to my Mom, so I can celebrate today without feeling guilty...not that I would anyway; guilt is one thing I have had so much of throughout my Catholic upbringing, that I do not even feel it any more, but I digress....

And the Irish do know how to celebrate...from their morning coffee to their night cap...

And being Irish, I love to celebrate, not just on this special day, but anyday...for any reason.

One thing I did not get from my Irish roots is my sense of diplomacy The Irish seem to have that God-given ability to tell a man to go to hell in such a way that he looks forward to the trip. For that, I seem to lean toward the Italian in me. Yeah, if I want ya to go there, I pretty much do my best to help ya get there......

But on this day, let me leave you, my friends, with this Irish blessing...

Don’t walk in front of me,I may not follow.

Don’t walk behind me, I may not lead.

Walk beside me, and just be my friend.


Monday, March 16, 2009

Second thoughts...

I am blogging again so soon because a few seconds ago, as I was posting a comment on a friend's blog, I thought of a potentially good money making idea....

I wanted it to share it with you, but now I am having second thoughts...

I think I will keep it to myself or at least between myself and someone who can help me make it happen....

Call me quick, ldboy, before someone else thinks of it and has the brains to implement it ....or before I forget what it was....

Another reason to drink...

In health news reported today:
Alcohol May Keep Bones Strong

Beer, Wine Seem To Have More Benefit Than Liquor
I gotta tell ya, whoever decided to fund this research had the good of all of us hard working Americans in mind. I mean the last study my doctor made reference to on this subject indicated to her that I was an alcoholic because I felt the need for a couple glasses of wine and a shot of Jose each evening after a stressful day at the office. I tried to tell her it was purely medicinal....

Now I have proof. 100% proof...
"Researchers studied more than 2,700 people by finding out how much they drink and checking their bone density in the hips and spine.

Men who had one or two beers a day had bones that were about 4 percent more dense than men who did not drink. But bone strength dropped for men who had more than two drinks a day.

Women who had two or more glasses of wine or liquor a day had 5 to 8 percent denser bones than those who did not drink."
This is exciting news, especially for us gals.
It seems men should have exactly two beers a day - no more, no less - if they want a good backbone...

No we (girls), on the other hand, should drink at least two glasses of wine or liquor (Zin and Jose - a match made in heaven) a day to keep our bones in good shape. Yes, doc, purely medicinal...
I do have a couple or three questions, tho...
  1. What if women drink beer instead of wine or liquor? Is liquor just quicker, or does beer not do it for the female bone structure?
  2. And what if some of the guys prefer Jose or Jim Beam to Sam Adams? Well??? How are your bones, ldboy?
  3. Could I be part of any future studies on the subject? I'll work cheap...

Who minds a dirty house?

Sunday, March 15, 2009

A Great Weekend..almost...

It is Sunday and here I am trying not to dread Monday...

But thinking back, this has been a pretty good weekend...

Not perfect, mind you, cause I am missing a couple of friends...really bad, but, I digress...

The weekend was suppose to be different than it was. I had plans to go to the Kent games at MAC tournament with CareBear and KB; but Kent BBall team spoiled those plans on Thursday.

But we can handle it...time for plan B...a much more economical plan (for me anyway). It was also better because ldboy visited (since there was no BBall involved) and probably financed most of the night, if I know him. What a good brother (and son, of course).

So early Friday was great with kids coming in and out and me staying home - offering to be designated driver, but not getting to - and playing with my laptop....yay...

I love my laptop - you have probably heard that before. What a good son ldboy is to get me it last Christmas. What a bad Mom I am to close it with a pen in it this past November. What a good guy KB is to fix it for the cost of the screen....I will be more careful, I promise.

All weekend I have been loving my laptop...

I took a little break today to hit up Bally's, Heinens, Sunny D...

Now I am back...with a Little King in hand...(thanks CareBear and KB)...

And as I am cleaning up my Mozilla bookmarks, I find a link to a page with the lyrics to one of my favorite songs; but the lyrics are not quite the way I remember them....

At first I was afraid,
I was petrified,
When you said you had 10 inches
Lord, I almost died.
But I’d spent o’ so many nights
just waiting for a man that long,
That I grew strong,
And I knew that I could take you on. . .

But there you are,
Another lie!
I was ready for a Big Mac
and you’ve brought me a French fry.
I should have known it was so small,
Just a sad pathetic dream,
have known there was no Anaconda
lurking in those jeans.

Go on now go,
Walk out the door,
Don’t you promise me 10 inches
then turn up with only 4,
Weren’t you a jerk to think I wouldn’t notice it pop out, Don’t you
know we’re only joking when we say size doesn’t count?

I will survive,
I will survive,
Cuz as long as I have batteries,
My sex life’s gonna thrive,
I will always have good sex
with a handful of latex.
I will survive,
I will survive. . hey, hey!

It took all my self control
not to laugh out loud,
When I saw your little wiener
standing small and proud.
But too bad about your ego
and to Hell with all your needs!
Now I’m saving all my lovin’
for a cordless multispeed

Go on now go,
Just make a dash,
Last time I saw a dick that small
I was treating nappy rash.
I should have asked for confirmation,
Should have asked for pictures, please!
Then I wouldn’t have you waving that
wee winkie thing at me.

Go on now go,
Just hit the track,
Don’t you bring me home no little worm,
I’ll always throw them back.
The only thing that I could do with a
dick as small as that,
Is to stick it with a tooth pick
And then feed it to the cat!

I will survive,
I will survive,
Cuz as long as I have batteries,
My sex life’s gonna thrive,
I will always have good sex
with a handful of latex.
I will survive,
I will survive. .hey, hey!

Go on now go,
Get out of my sight,
I’m going back to my appliance,
Cuz I know its length is right,
And if I ever see your tiny pecker peckin’ at my door, You’ll be
counting your 4 inches as you pick them off the floor.

Go on now Go!

Today's Lesson...

THE GEOGRAPHY OF A WOMAN
Between 18 and 22, a woman is like Africa , half discovered, half wild, fertile and naturally beautiful!
Between 23 and 30, a woman is like Europe , well developed and open to trade, especially for someone with cash.
Between 31 and 35, a woman is like Spain , very hot, relaxed and convinced of her own beauty.
Between 36 and 40, a woman is like Greece , gently aging but still a warm and desirable place to visit.
Between 41 and 50, a woman is like Great Britain , with a glorious and all conquering past.
Between 51 and 60, a woman is like Israel , has been through war and doesn't make the same mistakes twice, takes care of business.
Between 61 and 70, a woman is like Canada , self-preserving, but open to meeting new people.
After 70, she becomes Tibet , wildly beautiful, with a mysterious past and the wisdom of the ages...only those with an adventurous spirit and a thirst for spiritual knowledge visit there.
THE GEOGRAPHY OF A MAN
Between 1 and 78, a man is like Iran , Ruled by Nuts.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Who said that?

It was the first day of a school in USA and a new Indian student named Chandrasekhar Subramanian entered the fourth grade.

The teacher said, "Let's begin by reviewing some American History. Who said 'Give me Liberty, or give me Death'?"

She saw a sea of blank faces, except for Chandrasekhar, who had his hand up: 'Patrick Henry, 1775' he said.

'Very good! Who said 'Government of the People, by the People, for the People, shall not perish from the Earth?'

Again, no response, except from Chandrasekhar. 'Abraham Lincoln, 1863' said Chandrasekhar.

The teacher snapped at the class, 'Class, you should be ashamed. Chandrasekhar, who is new to our country, knows more about its history than you do.'

She heard a loud whisper: 'F*ck the Indians.'

'Who said that?' she demanded.

Chandrasekhar put his hand up. 'General Custer, 1862.'

At that point, a student in the back said, 'I'm gonna puke.'

The teacher glares around and asks 'All right! Now, who said that?'

Again, Chandrasekhar says, 'George Bush to the Japanese Prime Minister, 1991.'

Now furious, another student yells, 'Oh yeah? Suck this!'

Chandrasekhar jumps out of his chair waving his hand and shouts to the teacher, 'Bill Clinton, to Monica Lewinsky, 1997!'

Now with almost mob hysteria someone said 'You little shit. If you say anything else, I'll kill you.'

Chandrasekhar frantically yells at the top of his voice, ' Michael Jackson to the child witnesses testifying against him - 2004.'

At that the teacher fainted.

Peyton PHlaCe policies explained...

The following is reportedly based on an actual experiment conducted in the U.K.

Eight monkeys are put in a room. In the middle of the room is a ladder, leading to a bunch of bananas hanging from a hook on the ceiling.

Each time a monkey tries to climb the ladder, all the monkeys are sprayed with ice water, which makes them miserable. Soon enough, whenever a monkey attempts to climb the ladder, all of the other monkeys, not wanting to be sprayed, set upon him and beat him up. Soon, none of the eight monkeys ever attempts to climb the ladder.

One of the original monkeys is then removed, and a new monkey is put in the room. Seeing the bananas and the ladder, he wonders why none of the other monkeys are doing the obvious. But undaunted, he immediately begins to climb the ladder.

All the other monkeys fall upon him and beat him silly. He has no idea why.However, he no longer attempts to climb the ladder.

A second original monkey is removed and replaced. The newcomer again attempts to climb the ladder, but all the other monkeys hammer the crap out of him.

This includes the previous new monkey, who, grateful that he's not on the receiving end this time, participates in the beating because all the other monkeys are doing it. However, he has no idea why he's attacking the new monkey.

One by one, all the original monkeys are replaced. Eight new monkeys are now in the room. None of them have ever been sprayed by ice water. None of them attempt to climb the ladder. All of them will enthusiastically beat up any new monkey who tries, without having any idea why.

And that is how most companies' policies get established.

They're coming to take me away...

During a visit to the mental asylum, I asked the director how he determines whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.

'Well,' said the director, 'we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a Teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty the bathtub.'

'Oh, I understand,' I said. 'A normal person would use the bucket because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup.'

'No.' said the Director, 'A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want a bed near the window?'

Thanks lil' brother...but I'm not going:)

Friday, March 13, 2009

TGIF...

It has been a fairly good Friday, even tho' it is the 13th....

I got to work at a fairly decent hour and I got quite a bit done while I was there...

The kids came to visit tonight and have just left for some barhopping downtown...

I have designated myself as their return chauffeur, otherwise I would be with them doing things I should not...

I am here with Taz and Cady, dog and cat-sitting, trying to keep them in separate rooms to avoid any hassles....

And I am blogging and chatting and stumbling on my couch with FireFox because, oh yay, KB has replaced my laptop screen, and with a much nicer one than the original....

I am in heaven....

Yes I am a computer nut (not nerd, because that would mean I actually know what I am doing)....

Thank you KB!!!!

Thanks to Meebo...

...I will have a better chance at winning the next time I play Trivial Pursuit with CareBear and friends...

I now know that the world's 14 deadliest snakes can all be found in Australia.

Hmmm, still worth being near all those hot guys and their sexy accents...

Hey mate?

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

An Irish Blonde....

...from Cork, Ireland arrived at the local casino.
She seemed a little intoxicated and bet twenty-thousand Euros on a single roll of the dice. She said, 'I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I'm completely nude'. With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and with an Irish brogue yelled, 'Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!' As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and squealed...'YES! YES! I WON, I WON!' She hugged each of the dealers and then picked up her winnings and her clothes and quickly departed. The dealers stared at each other dumbfounded. Finally, one of them asked, 'What did she roll?' The other answered, 'I don't know - I thought you were watching.'

What have we learned....
Not all Irish are drunks..
Not all blondes are dumb, but...
All men...are men
.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Who needs Gel?

So I opened my favorite online news page a little bit ago and this was the headline:


Hmmm, where should I start...or maybe I should just quit while I'm ahead...
"Frustration is high among researchers and pharmaceutical companies anxious to bring relief to women with low sex drive."

I just bet the frustration among the women is probably a lot higher than yours, Mr. researcher.

The new product is a
"...testosterone gel, specifically dosed for women and post menopausal women, let me be clear about that, for women with low desire..."

What about those (not speaking personally here) with lots of desire, but maybe it just is not happening as often as we like...I mean, come on, if there is low desire, why bother - if ya don't want to, don't. But for the rest of us, bring it on...

Or bring him on; who needs a gel? I think (ok, I know) a hot guy would get me wanting...in fact thinking about him has me wanting...take me out of the park, now!

Ok, I should have stopped long ago...but I didn't. Father, forgive me....

Friday, March 6, 2009

Weekend Plans...

I do have some goals this weekend...

Get lots of rest....
Get rid of the damn cold/flu bug that does not want to
let go...
Catch up on lots of things I am behind on...

Which brings us to another list...

Update Rebel Mom's Web with after prom, fashion show, and scholarship info...
Update Rebel Football Web with countdown clock, junior and sophomore profiles, off season schedules, season schedule...
Housework: Laundry, Dishes, Dusting...
Grocery Shopping...
Budgeting (aka...shifting money I do not have to pay bills I cannot afford)...
Helping G-man put a recruiting plan in place...

All of this tomorrow, because Sunday morning I am headed to Kent to watch a Track and Field meet (run, G-man, run).

Maybe I will make it to Bally's too..

Maybe I will just concentrate on resting and getting well and forgetting the rest (of the chores, that is)...

But I do need to hit up the library soon - I am out of books to read while I am resting and getting well:(

Thursday, March 5, 2009

IMPORTANT Public Service Announcement!!!

The Centers for Disease Control (CDC) has issued a medical alert about a highly contagious, potentially dangerous virus that is transmitted orally, by hand, and even electronically.

This virus is called Weary Overload Recreational Killer (WORK).

If you receive WORK from your boss, any of your colleagues or anyone else via any means whatsoever - DO NOT TOUCH IT.

This virus will wipe out your private life completely. If you should come into contact with WORK you should immediately leave the premises.

Take two good friends to the nearest grocery store and purchase one or both of the antidotes - Work Isolating Neutralizer Extract (WINE) and Bothersome Employer Elimination Rebooter (BEER).

Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.

Immediately forward this medical alert to at least five friends. If you do not have five friends, you have already been infected and WORK is controlling your life.

Thanks to JenB for this submission...

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

F*** my life...

So G-man told me about a website he thought I might enjoy. He was right; I did enjoy browsing enough to want to share with my readers...

http://www.fmylife.com/

However, as I was reading, I came across an entry that I hoped CareBear had not submitted, true as it was:(

Today, for the Superbowl halftime show, my mom was blasting the TV, dancing, and singing along to Bruce Springsteen in front of me and my boyfriend.FML.

Gracious Sarah....

I do not understand how politicians can kiss and make-up after such bitter election campaigns.

For example, Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin has invited Barack Obama and Joe Biden to visit her great state. She has set up a moose hunting trip during their visit. To ensure they get the most out of the hunt, she has hired three prominent experts in their field to assist them.
Dick Cheney will lead them on the hunt...

Ted Kennedy will drive them back to their cabins each evening...

Bill Clinton will entertain their wives and daughters while the hunters are afield...


Thanks to my brother for this submission...

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

If Abbott and Costello were alive today....

Abbott: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?
Costello: Thanks. I'm setting up an office in my den and I'm thinking about buying a computer.
Abbott: Mac?
Costello: No, the name's Lou .
Abbott:Your computer?
Costello: I don't own a computer. I want to buy one.
Abbott: Mac?
Costello: I told you, my name's Lou .
Abbott: What about Windows?
Costello: Why? Will it get stuffy in here?
Abbott: Do you want a computer with Windows?
Costello: I don't know. What will I see when I look at the windows?
Abbott: Wallpaper.
Costello: Never mind the windows. I need a computer and software.
Abbott: Software for Windows?
Costello: No. On the computer! I need something I can use to write proposals, track expenses and run my business. What do you have?
Abbott: Office.
Costello: Yeah, for my office. Can you recommend anything?
Abbott: I just did.
Costello: You just did what?
Abbott: Recommend something.
Costello: You recommended something ?
Abbott: Yes.
Costello: For my office?
Abbott: Yes.
Costello: OK, what did you recommend for my office?
Abbott: Office.
Costello: Yes, for my office!
Abbott: I recommend Office with Windows.
Costello: I already have an office with windows! OK, let's just say I'm sitting at my computer and I want to type a proposal. What do I need?
Abbott: Word.
Costello: What word?
Abbott: Word in Office.
Costello: The only word in office is office..
Abbott: The Word in Office for Windows.
Costello: Which word in office for windows?
Abbott: The Word you get when you click the blue 'W'.
Costello: I'm going to click your blue 'w' if you don't start with some straight answers. What about financial bookkeeping? You have anything I can track my money with?
Abbott: Money.
Costello: That's right. What do you have?
Abbott: Money.
Costello: I need money to track my money?
Abbott: It comes bundled with yourcomputer.
Costello: What's bundled with my computer?
Abbott: Money.
Costello: Money comes with my computer?
Abbott: Yes. No extra charge.
Costello: I get a bundle of money with my computer? How much?
Abbott: One copy.
Costello: Isn't it illegal to copy money?
Abbott: Microsoft gave us a license to copy Money.
Costello: They can give you a license to copy money?
Abbott: Why not? THEY OWN IT!

A few days later....

Abbott: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?
Costello: How do I turn my computer off?
Abbott: Click on 'START'.............


Thanks Coach Rick for this submission...

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Greetings from Wal-Mart

After my Dad retired, my Mom insisted that he accompany her on her trips to Wal-Mart. Like most men, Dad found shopping boring; unfortunately for him, Mom loved to browse, leaving Dad on his own.
Last week, Mom got a letter from the local Wal-Mart:
Dear Mrs. S,
Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate his behavior any longer and have been forced to ban both of you from the store.
Our complaints against Mr. S are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance cameras.
June 15: Mr S. took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they weren't looking.
July 2: Mr S. set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5 minute intervals.
July 7: Mr S. made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the women's restroom.
July 19: Mr S. walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice, 'Code 3 in Housewares. Get on it right away.'
August 4: Mr S. went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&M's on layaway.
August 14: Mr S. moved a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.
August 15: Mr S. set up a tent in the camping department and told other shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets from the bedding department.
August 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him. Mr S. began crying and screamed, 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'
September 4: Mr S. looked right into the security camera and used it as a mirror while he picked his nose.
September 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, Mr S. asked the clerk where the antidepressants were.
October 3: Mr S. darted around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the 'Mission Impossible' theme.
October 6: In the auto department, Mr S. practiced his 'Madonna look' by using different sizes of funnels.
October 18: Mr S. hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through, yelled 'PICK ME! PICK ME!'
October 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, Mr. S. assumed a fetal position and screamed 'OHNO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!'
And last, but not least, on October 23: Mr S. went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile, then yelled very loudly, 'Hey! There's no toilet paper in here!'

Ok, Mr. S. is not my dad....really...

Further Adventures of Phat Phil...

When last we left Phat Phil, he had just accepted a new position as route supervisor for Greener Side News (GSN).

As Phil soon learned, there is a lot that goes on inside an office that he did not have privy to while walking (or running) his route for his former employer....

For example...
Office construction (and reconstruction) never ends. It is almost as if the cubicles were made of Lego's. Except that the cubicle pieces are not reusable. But, the constant re(construction) does help Phil understand why there were no merit increases this year.

Although Phil has been lucky enough to have the same office space since he started his current position, he is thinking it may be time for a change. Why? Because Phil's office space seems to be the proverbial water cooler. He is having a tough time working through the constant barage of impromptu meetings in and around his cubicle. Phil has tried a proactive approach, including posting "No Loitering" signs and letting loose the occasional blast of "Fart in a Can." The "No Loitering" signs have become objects of grafitti abuse; the blasts of "Fart in a Can" are laughingly blamed on neighbor KenBo.

Phil has considered reserving a conference room for the impromptu meetings...however, as he soon realized, there are not enough conference rooms in the building for the meetings that are scheduled. There are some open areas that would make do for conference rooms, but they are being re-constructed as visitor lounges with couches and lamps and other amenities in hopes of luring new customers.

There is the possibility of working from home a couple days a week to avoid the office chatter, however, GSN has not yet master the finer points of telecommuting, such as a reliable VPN connection. So working at home is an option only when Phil does not need to access the GSN intranet and network drives.

Being in the offices does have its advantages. It makes possible attendance at Quarterly Town Hall Meetings at which GSN's CEO presents the State of the Business. Everone grab your bingo card, because there is sure to be an onslaught of key words and phrases...synergy, ROFO, EBITA, employee engagement, satisfaction, margin, profitabilty, results, share, customer delight, emerging markets, downsizing, outsourcing, bottom line....BINGO in the back...

Phil and the hundred or so coworkers seated around him are always amazed that the employee engagement survey shows increased employee satisfaction quarter after quarter. They must have sent their responses to the wrong email address....again. Damn....

Someecards of the season...



There's always the stimulus....

Saturday, February 28, 2009

The Stimulus Plan Explained...

Three contractors are bidding to fix a broken fence at the White House. One is from Chicago, another is from Tennessee, and the third is from Minnesota.

All three go with a White House official to examine the fence.

The Minnesota contractor takes out a tape measure and does some measuring, then works some figures with a pencil. "Well," he says, "I figure the job will run about $900: $400 for materials, $400 for my crew and $100 profit for me."

The Tennessee contractor also does some measuring and figuring, then says, "I can do this job for $700: $300 for materials, $300 for my crew and $100 profit for me."

The Chicago contractor doesn't measure or figure, but leans over to the White House official and whispers, "$2,700."

The official, incredulous, says, "You didn't even measure like the other guys! How did you come up with such a high figure?"

The Chicago contractor whispers back, "$1000 for me, $1000 for you, and we hire the guy from Tennessee to fix the fence." "Done!" replies the government official.

And that, my friends, is how the new stimulus plan will work.

Thanks to my smartest younger brother for this submission...

Survivor, Texas Style

Due to the popularity of the "Survivor" shows, Texans have decided to produce one featuring their state.
The contestants will all start in Dallas, then drive to Waco, Austin, San Antonio, over to Houston and down to Brownsville.
They will then proceed up to Del Rio, El Paso, Midland, Odessa, Lubbock and Amarillo. From there they will go on to Abilene, Fort Worth and finally back to Dallas.
Each will be driving a pink Volvo with bumper stickers that read: "I'mGay," "I Love the Dixie Chicks," "Boycott Beef," "I Voted for Obama," "George Strait Sucks," "Hillary in 2012" and "I'm here to confiscate your guns."

The first one to make it back to Dallas alive wins.

Thanks to my best looking younger brother for this submission.

To Be 6 Again...

A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what she'd like to have for her Birthday. 'I'd like to be six again', she replied, still looking in the mirror.

On the morning of her Birthday, he rose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to Six Flags theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, everything there was. Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down.

He then took her to a McDonald's where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake.

Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&M's. What a fabulous adventure!

Finally they wobbled home and collapsed into bed exhausted. The man leaned over his wife with a big smile and lovingly asked, 'Well Dear, what was it like being six again?'

Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. 'I meant my dress size, you retard!!!!'

The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is gonna get it wrong.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Saying Goodbye to Mother....

My date and I were dressed and ready to go out for the evening. Not wanting to drive, we decide to take a taxi from his house. As we are waiting for the taxi, he turns on a night light, covers his pet parakeet, and puts the cat in the backyard. When the taxi arrived and we opened the door to leave, the cat scooted back inside. We did not want the cat shut in the house because she always tries to eat the bird. So I go out to the taxi, while my date goes inside to get the cat. The cat runs upstairs, with him in hot pursuit.

Waiting in the cab, I do not want the driver to know that the house will be empty for the night. So I explain to the driver that my date will be out soon, "He's just going upstairs to say goodbye to his mother."

A few minutes later, my date gets into the cab looking a bit frazzled. 'Sorry I took so long,' he says, as we drive away. "That stupid bitch was hiding under the bed. I had to poke her with a coat hanger to get her to come out! She tried to take off, so I grabbed her by the neck. Then, I had to wrap her in a blanket to keep her from scratching me. But it worked! I hauled her fat ass downstairs and threw her out into the back yard!"

The cab driver hit a parked car.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

My two favorite words:)

At this time in my life, my two favorite words are "awesome" and "ok?"

By favorite I mean that I use them so much and in so many different contexts that I literally drive those close to me crazy...

I really am trying to slow down on their usage, because I do not want to drive anyone crazy or away:)

My driving skills leave much to be desired...but that is a different story...

The Weekend Continued..

I headed out Friday morning with a couple of friends to spend some time in Columbus....

The last time I was in Columbus was 3 years ago with the Middle School State Track Meet. That was a fun time. It was literally the first time G-Man ran the 4x400 competitively. They needed a fourth runner, so he stepped up and together they broke the Willoughby Middle School record. It was a good end to an exhausting meet....

This time I was in Columbus for a different kind of fun...oh yeah...

We took a bus downtown Friday evening, shared some awesome chili cheese fries and a reuben at Bailey's and from there visited a number of interesting places...

The Char Bar, mostly because of the great ambiance and the great staff...

"So where are you from? ....Willoughby?...You have a son at South? Does he know...? "

Time to make a call, cuz the bartender happens to be the brother-in-law of one of my best friends. We live in the same development - pretty much across the street from each other....Our kids have grown up together. What a small world. So this is where they go in Columbus....

When I mention the incident to G-man, he says, yeah I know...she called me and says guess where your Mom is...

But what brought us to Char Bar in the first place was the martini bar next door. As you may have guessed, I (and hence my friends) are not exactly martini bar types; but martini bars have valet service. And the valets at this particular place are unique. These guys actually jump over a 20-ft wall to get to the parking lot where they have earlier parked their clients' cars. We took video, because it was an awesome site to behold...as soon as the video is posted I will share the link...

Next stop (that I remember) was Havana. I have never been in such a place. Yes, I am old, but I just never have. What an experience. I almost lost my date. It was a tug of war... Phillipia won...she still has her ruler from her Sister Mary years:)

We spent most of Saturday being lazy (aka recuperating from Friday).

The Money Man

This weekend started Thursday night for me. CareBear and Ames' Mom (JS) and I went to see Eddie Money at the House of Blues. We had a great time. A show and a show...we were in the general admission area near another group of ladies who were really enjoying their night out.

JS and I got a little closer to the stage than CareBear wanted (yeah Eddie Money is old and probably did not need to be lifting his shirt up, but hey). So as we are jumping around acting younger than we are, I almost fell over a lost boot heel on the floor. A souvenir - and its free...If I was a guy, it may have been sort of a glass slipper...

I am not a guy...as you know...but there were a couple of guys near us trying to hit on the group of ladies with hat girl (long story) who were really enjoying their night out as girls with girls if you get my drift. And then we realized that one of the girl's was missing a heel...she was trying to stand on one foot to check out her boot and the guy who was holding her up, checking her out checking him and her boot out....After they pulled themselves apart, I took my souvenir boot heel over to the guy who looked like he would know what to do with it...Phillipia to the rescue....I thought it might be good for a drink...instead it got me a reaaalllly friendly hug and almost too intimate kiss from the thankful one-heeled lady....it got him a lot of one-on-one dance time with hat girl which kept us on our toes because hat girl looked like she was going to lose her liquid dinner at any second and with the speed they were twirling at...yeah, simple physics gives ya the right picture......bless us Father, for she is wasted...

CareBear refused to stay after the show so I could get an autogtraphed t-shirt...

....take me home, tonight...

Thursday, February 19, 2009

The Story of Phat Phil

In all good conscience, I can only take partial credit for this story. My co-hort asked that I not publish his (or her) identity. So I will respect his (or her) wishes. His (or her) loss:)

So without further ado, I present to you:

Phat Phil(lipia) the Happy Paper Delivery Person


Phat Phil(lipia), henceforth referred to as Phil, works for the local branch of a global newspaper conglomerate (aka GNPC). Phil has delivered newspapers for GNCP for the past 5 years.

Originally, 5 years ago, when Phil first accepted the position, he had 40 houses on his route. He had a great route; he loved talking to his customers as he delivered their papers and collected their money. He really, really enjoyed and loved his job. Life was good.

Life was good because Phil knew how to manage his time and make the most of it. Each weekday morning around 5:30, 40 newspapers got dropped off at the end of Phil's driveway. He would wake up to his ambient alarm around 6:00, take a shower, get dressed, and then walk to the end of his driveway to get the papers. He brought the newspapers inside, grabbed breakfast, and then spent the next 30 minutes folding the 40 papers. After the papers were folded, Phil filled his phatsak with them. By 7:00 am he would leave his house and start to walk his route placing a paper at the front door of each house. Phil finished up and was back home by 8:00am. The rest of the day was his to do with what he wanted. And Phil wanted to spend time with his friends and his new puppy. Phil made $60 a week (1 ½ hours per day X 5 days = $8 / hour).

After Phat Phil had been delivering papers for a few short months, GNPC was bought by a company called The News You Need (NYN). Nothing changed too much at first except that Phil was required (per NYN policy) to get caught up on all the training needed for his job. He needed to take 6 3-hour courses within the next two weeks in order to retain his qualifications. The training included:

o NP101: How to fold papers for max distance with min property damage.
o NP102: The art of making a newspaper.
o NP201: Fine tuning your bike for maximum speed.
o NP202: Preventing animal attacks - dogs, cats, ferrets, chimpanzees...
o NP401: Collecting money owed - on time and in full.
o NP501: What holiday gifts cross the fine line into bribery?

About six months after the buyout, Phil's manager asked if he wouldn’t mind delivering the paper to 80 houses for awhile. Phil agreed knowing that he would have to make a few changes in his schedule to accommodate the extra workload.

So the next morning Phil got up when his alarm woke him ambiently at 6:00am, took his shower, got dressed, walked down to the end of his drive to pick up his 80 papers, grabbed breakfast, spent an hour folding the papers, and finally left his house around 7:30. Phil walked his route and delivered the paper to all 80 houses, placing one newspaper at the front door of each house. He was back home by 10:00am.

A few days into the extended route, Phil received a phone call from NYN. The gentleman (John)on the other end of the line informed him that he would be reporting to him in the future since his previous manager had moved on up within the company. John wanted to know why he was getting so many calls from Phil's longtime customers complaining that they were receiving their paper late (between 9:30 and 10:00). John did not wait for Phil to explain...everyone wants their paper by 8:00 AM and it is Phil's job to deliver by 8:00 AM.

So Phil once again used his time management skills to find a way to get the papers to the people by 8:00 AM sharp. Phil's plan was to start folding the papers earlier so he would finish folding sooner and could start delivering sooner. And, if he ran instead of walked his route, there was a good chance that he could get all his papers delivered before 8:00am.

Phil bought a new louder alarm clock that day. He got up the next morning at 4:45am, got ready and was waiting at the end of the driveway at 5:30 AM for the delivery truck to drop off the papers. As soon as they arrived Phil took them in the house, folded them as fast as he could, and then ran out of the house and his entire route, placing 1 newspaper at the front door of each house. When Phil reached the last house it was just turning 8:00am; he had done it, but he was so exhausted from running to each house that he just wanted to go home and sleep. He ended up sleeping until 4:45am the next morning, only to start all over again. That month Phil made $60 a week (3 ¼ hours per day X 5 days = $3.69 / hour). Of course, he was able to cancel his Bally's membership, but then he had to pay a neighbor to walk his puppy...

After a few months at that pace, Phil found himself looking forward to the weekends so he could get a few things done that he wasn’t able to get to during the week, and to play with his growing puppy.

Then one morning, Phil was standing at the end of his drive at 5:30 as usual, but the papers did not arrive. At 5:45, Phil called the office to see why his papers had not been delivered. His newest manager (he was on # 4 now) informed him that there were some cut backs and the plant. As a cost reduction initiative, all the truck drivers were let go. Why? "Because upper management did not see them doing anything that the delivery guys couldn't do so why keep two people when we can just pay one? By the way, Phil, you will need to start picking up you papers at the plant from now on...I know you live 30 mins away, but let's start being a team player, ok?...and we will help you out; in fact we are going to start holding conference calls every morning at 7:30am (just for an hour), to discuss ways to be more efficient at your job. And you know the best way to learn is by teaching others, so each of you delivery boys can give a presentation each day showing how much you improved the day before and what you are doing to get better."

When Phil's manager was done talking, Phil mentioned that he needed to take a few days off. He had not had a vacation in awhile and was feeling the need for some puppy time. That was fine with manger #4 just as long as Phil was caught up with his work and found someone to cover for him when he was gone.

Phil did not want to let his fellow delivery engineers down - and he prided himself on being a good worker - so he figured he just needed to start waking up a few hour earlier (maybe 3:00 AM), ride his bike to the plant, pick up the papers, and be back to his house by 4:00 AM. On that schedule, he could still deliver all the papers by 7:00am, and be back home to call into the 7:30 meeting. He would drink an energy drink in the evening so he could stay up a little later to work on his presentation for the meeting. So for the next 3 months Phil woke up at 3:00am, flew out of the house, rode his bike to the plant, picked up the papers, rode his bike home as fast as he could, quickly folded all 80 papers, ran his entire route, placing 1 newspaper at the front door of each house, ran home, brought up the presentation that he had put together the night before, and called into the meeting to help figure out how the company could be more efficient. Each month Phil made $60 a week (6 ½ hours per day X 5 days = $1.84 per hour).

After about a month of the new pace, Phil's manager informed him that they had to let go of one of the delivery persons in his area as he was having trouble delivering his 80 papers by 8:00am and the manager needed Phil to pick up the other route for a few weeks. Phil’s' manager also mentioned that Phil needed to start using up some of his vacation time as he was going to lose quite a few days this year if he did not use them up by the end of the year. "And another thing, Phil, you seem behind on collecting money...maybe you should consider setting time aside on Saturday morning for that. I bet your customers would like seeing you on Saturdays. Think about it, Phil."

Phil came up with a great idea to handle the extra work load ... He would ride his bike to deliver the papers and just throw the papers up on the driveway instead of placing them at the front door, That way he just might be able to get all 160 papers delivered by 7:15 am, so he could call into the 7:30 meeting. Also, to allow time to fold the extra 80 papers, he would set his alarm to wake him up an hour earlier.

So for the next 3 months Phil woke up at 1:30am, pedaled his bike for 30 minutes as fast as he could, got his 160 papers, raced home, folded all 160 papers, loaded up his bike and began throwing the folded newspapers as hard as he could up the driveway of all 160 customers, and was home in time to call in to the 7:30 meeting. Way to go Phil. Unfortunately, Phil's dog, now fully grown and not sure who his master was, was not impressed. He took a bite out of Phil's ....yeah....Phat Phil was now making $60 a week (8 ½ hours x 5 days = $1.41 per hour).

A few weeks later, Phil arrived at the factory only to find that the plant was closed, no one there - inside or out. He rode back home and called his manger for an explanation. "Well, Phil, NYN upper management does not see the need for the plant to open before 7:00 AM. This is only one of the cost saving measures we have put in place. Salaries for delivery personnel will not increase this year, either."

Phil had had enough. There was just no way he could pick up the 160 papers at 7:00am, ride home, fold them all and deliver them in time to call into the 7:30 meeting. And he let his manager know that in no uncertain terms...

"Well, Phil, I really thought you were a team player. I have been sticking up for you for a long time, but I guess upper management was right after all. I am gonna have to let you go, Phil. I cannot handle any more of your complaining and not being able to take on a little more responsibility. I wish you would have come through for us - worked a few weekends like I have been suggesting. You really could have helped this company out a lot."

Phil went home, made up with his dog, started taking long walks in the park, got his BP down to an almost normal number, updated his resume, and within a few weeks was offered a job as route supervisor for the neighboring local newspaper, Greener Sides News (GSN).

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

I am over 40, but....

In case you missed it on 60 Minutes, this is what Andy Rooney thinks about women over 40:

As I grow in age, I value women over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why:

A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask,'What are you thinking?' She doesn't care what you think.

If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more interesting.

Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you
at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it.

Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.

Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40.

Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger
counterpart.

Older women are forth right and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a jerk if you are acting like one . You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her.

Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons.

Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize.

For all those men who say, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?', here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage!

Thank you, Andy...

Monday, February 16, 2009

Redemption in Highlights

OK...so I gave G-man some unwelcome attention in the last blog...

To make up for it, I will now share the highlights from his 2008 football season....

Eight games clipped to a lil over nine exciting minutes.....

Watch, enjoy, and share - he wants to play in college:)




Holiday Monday?

Yeah - it is President's Day...a Peyton PHlaCe holiday....

Except if you are in CSSI group and your Director planned the annual FSE meeting to start today....

OK, I am no longer included in that invite...however...

I thought today would be a good day to go into a quiet office and catch up on some stuff...I was there because I opted to be...sorry for the rest of you guys...but you took it well:)

I did get a lot done, tho...not as much as I had hoped, but I always set high expectations...need to quit that.

Then I went to dinner with the kids at On Tap in Stow. Yumm. Mozzarella sticks, loaded baked potato soup, and chicken wrap...

G-man was not so happy with his meal, but I figure he was going to eat again when he got home so it would all be good...

CareBear loves the On Tap burgers and ldboy loves the Adkins friendly wings (and a lil fries to make sure he has energy to drive home)...

And we all were going our separate ways to "workout" after dinner.

G-man and I almost talked ourselves out of it on the long drive home....but to Bally's we went...

I swam a few laps while G-man swam 3x as many....but I feel like I coud take on the world....

While G-man is upstairs shaving his legs....so he can swim even faster and run faster (and probably lose two of the ten pounds coaches want him to lose before track starts - really - he has that much hair on his legs...or had - by now...) I am trying to be supportive. I bought Nair...I am half listening - hoping not to hear "Mom, I'm bleeding." I have RotoRooter on speed dial...just kidding....

As for me...I opt to shave my legs no more than necessary...I mean, face it...fuzzy is warmer in winter and not nearly as scratchy as stubby....and, I have heard that guys of certain ethnicity actually prefer fuzzy....

Ok, on that note, I think I may have blogged myself into trouble....I am outta here...

Sunday, February 15, 2009

What is in a fortune cookie?

One day last week we had Chinese order-out for dinner...

And of course, we ordered too much because everything sounded so good....

And it is good...I am finishing up the last of it as I blog....

Which made me think of the fortune inside my cookie that evening...
Your dreams are rich...follow your dreams...
Hmmm...okay....

Thanks, RichyB, for the awesome dinner....:)

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy Valentine's Day (thank you Hallmark)

I love Valentine's Day....not just because I am a chocoholic and it gives me a good excuse to stock up on chocolate to maybe share with everyone I know...It is a day to remind those you love that you love them and are thankful for their love ...whether they want to be reminded or not...sort of a second Thanksgiving...

So here goes...I love you all....

My family...Mom and Dad, my brothers and sisters-in-law...tho we do not always see eye to eye...know I love you and do appreciate you and the good times we share...

My co-workers...those that make going to work bearable and those that make me appreciate that I do not have to put up with them outside of the office...

My long-time friends...thanks for the good times we share remembering past escapades and planning future ones..for sharing life's little (and big) ups and downs...for growing together and apart and back together and maintaining the friendship...

Those young and old who have come into my life via my children...friends, coaches, parents, teachers...the good, the bad, and the ugly..I hope we have all given each other something positive...

The friends I have met while on-line dating...for the laughs we shared and for what we have learn from each other...

The guys I met just briefly while on-line dating....I have laughed a lot and learned so much from each of you...like what I was NOT looking for...like what I THOUGHT I wanted...I have no regrets and I apologize to anyone I may have hurt...it really was unintentional...I am who I am, tho I try not to be at times...

Those guys I met on line who still keep in touch (especially Bad American)...thank you...your friendship means so much to me...

RichyB...I thank my God everyday that you have come into my life..I never thought I would meet someone with such a giving heart and who is so good to me and who is interested in and cares about my family ...you never cease to amaze me...I am not sure how we will end up but know I do love who you are and I hope I can give to you what you need...you are constantly in my thoughts and prayers...

Ames...you make G-man smile and you are so sweet...

K...you are good to and for my CareBear and I love that you are part of our family...

And most of all...for my three wonderful children...ldboy, CareBear, and G-man...each of you in your own way..you are the light of my life and an inspiration to me...you are a joy to watch as you grow through life...I learn so much from you and enjoy all the time we get to share together...

OK...enough of the mush...time to break out the chocolate...:)

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

LEGO to Church....


This church took about a year and a half of planning and building.

It consists of more than 75,000 LEGO pieces, is about 7 feet by 5 1/2 feet by 30 inches and seats 1,372 LEGO people....

Other design features include 3,976 windows, a balcony, a Narthex, stairs to the balcony, restrooms, coat rooms, several mosaics, a nave, a baptistery, an altar, a crucifix, a pulpit and an elaborate pipe organ. And, NO, I am not the artist....:(

Thanks to RK for this submission...

Peyton PHlaCe....Further Adventures

Back by popular (a.k.a. Bad American) demand...:)

So what is happening in the workplace....


SOS...really...

...the suck-ups are still sucking up.
...PM's are still on the dark side.
...contractors are still contracting.
...salaries will not be increased unless of course you are an executive....

Oh yes, the board of directors did a walk-through followed by a town hall meeting last week. They told us of some of the exciting things in the works for Peyton PHlace and then they opened it to Q & A....

Exec: "You sir, in the back...."
Peon: "Just a comment....those exciting things you talked about were not so exciting to you four years ago when our team proposed them..."
Exec: "I do not understand...what is he asking?"
Exec2: "He likes our proposal and is excited to work on the projects."
Exec: "Yes, there is a lot of work for all of us to do. Any other questions?"
Peon2: "You sent out a memo last week that there would be no salary increases at all this year. Does that include yourselves. And does that include your bonuses?"
Exec: "I'll let my colleague here answer that."
Exec3: "Well, as you know, bonuses are based on achievement of goals and are not blah, blah, blah, but since this part of the business exceeded expectations blah, blah, blah, blah, and keep up the good work...we are out of time...."

I unfortunately did not get a good look at peon1 and peon2 so I cannot tell you if they are still working hard at Peyton PHlaCe.

But there is light at my small end of the tunnel...I really like my new bosses (in a not-sucking up in case they are reading this kind of way)...I am getting a better handle on my expectations and responsibilities and I have been blessed with the opportunity to work from my home office two days a week....ask and you shall receive...or maybe my coworkers do not enjoy my smiling face any more than I enjoy pressing 1 for English....but I digress...

Back to the office...home office that is...