Sunday, July 10, 2005

It's been more than two weeks since I last posted. And what a few weeks it's been!

I started my new job as Sales Manager at a local hotel. Much to my surprise, however, the girl I was replacing (are you ready for this?) DIDN'T LEAVE. That's right ... I walked into what I thought was going to be my office and there's a cute blonde lady sitting at my desk. I said hello and went to find the GM. He was busy, so I grabbed the first person I saw and asked who that blonde was. Turns out it's Kris, the Sales Director, and she decided not to leave after all.

Needless to say and after a few internal "what the fuck"s later, I was able to speak to Dave, the GM, who assured me that I still had a job. Phew! It was weird that first couple of days; I didn't really know what to do or say with Kris. It turns out, however, that I'm VERY glad she stayed. Not only is she a friggin' font of information and knowledge, but she's dang funny and just all-around great.

My other big issue of not having a desk (I like someplace to call my own, what can I say?) was resolved on Thursday when I announced that I MUST have a desk; someplace with a computer w/ internet access, a phone and, for Pete's sake, somewhere to put up some pictures! I got my wish. (Can you say, "the squeaky wheel..."?) Much to what I'm sure must be the chagrin of the three operations guys, I took over their improvised desk and made it "ours." I'll be curious on Tuesday to see if any of them have taken me up on my offer of them putting up their own pictures & stuff. I also laid down the law ... don't eat my peanuts and don't put pens in the cup that don't have lids. 'Turns out one of the guys shares my strange "gotta have a lid" fetish, so that one just might work out. One of the other guys, however, seems pretty territorial and may be peeing on things to mark them as his own at this very moment.

Things at home continue to be things at home. The neighbors must think we are the trashiest people ever. I have flower beds full of weeds thanks to the "flowers in a can" method of horticulture I picked up at WalMart and no time or really motivation to do anything about it. That and the rip-cord on the lawn mower has snapped off, so the lawn just grows and grows ... Maybe I'll see if I can't start parking in the middle of the yard and perhaps set up a wading pool with a lawn chair stuck in the middle of the water nearby. THAT should complete the look!

I'm posting a picture of my cat, Bob, (get it? "Bobcat"!?!? blahahaha) in one of his usual positions. The ass belongs to my husband, who we shall name Spartacus. Spartacus had climbed half way up the steps and leaned over to pet his cat, Dexter (picture below) when Bob decided he needed to snuggle RIGHT NOW.

OK, I digress ... back to the house.

I also have a half-painted dining room, incomplete with a totally bare window facing the street. I have curtains, I just don't' want to hang them until the walls are painted, you know? I hate being domestic. I don't know why. When my son, Sparkycus, was little, it was all about work and domesticity. Then I guess I snapped. I met Spartacus, got fat, got lazy, and the rest is history and cholesterol.


I'm glad I keep getting reports that nobody is reading this. Makes it that much easier to let it all out. Maybe I'll actually figure it all out!