Thursday, January 24, 2008

Happy Feet

I want these boots:

Or these ones:


Or even these ones would work:

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Working (Wo)Man Blues

I haven't posted in a while. I think I've been waiting to see if something noteworthy or exciting happened. And then, said exciting event would elicit its very own, "Hey! Look at this exciting thing that happened. Want to hear about it?" post. But, alas. That doesn't seem to be how my life works. I'm too tired when I get home from work at night to do anything but be lethargic and lazy. Work has been trying lately because I don't really respect my boss and yet have to find a way to work with him. I used to look forward to the days when he would be out on vacation but now I almost dread them because inevitably I'm going to uncover some mistake on his part or something that he has swept under the rug as no one else holds him accountable and I end up having to take care of it so it doesn't look as though the fault lies with me. No one monitors him so he can pretty much do what he wants. It's extremely frustrating given that I was raised with a pretty strong work ethic and when a customer calls me with a problem or an issue, I hate discovering it was due to something he did (or didn't) do and I'm left having to calm them down and clean up his messes. I don't get paid enough for that! I keep biding my time, knowing that his retirement is soon and I'm the logical person to step in and take over his responsibilities. Heaven knows I already do most of them.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

This one and this one and this one...

Generally speaking, I don’t look forward to getting the mail. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t avoid getting it but long gone are the days when I’d eagerly anticipate the arrival of the mailman. Nowadays, he just brings me bills and catalogues for random mail-order companies and several esteem-building credit approval notices. What other pieces of mail cheerfully proclaim “You’re pre-approved!!!”? But yesterday, I received a catalogue from Barnes and Noble.com advertising their warehouse sale with pages and pages and pages of sale-priced books. It’s like a grown-up version of the Scholastic book orders I drooled over in elementary school. Well, except without the 75 cent posters of puppies and kittens curled up together. I sat on my couch and drooled over every single page, seriously considering circling every item on my mental wish list. But then I wondered what would I do with it then? Do like the old days and give it to my mom so she could decide how much money I’d be allowed to spend? And then face the arduous task of whittling down what I want to what I can feasibly spend without feeling luxuriously guilty? My dinner was ready to eat when I finished my perusal so I never did get to circle my wishes…But I’ve got some free time tonight!