I got this from Superfluous Juxtaposition.
The instructions are: List ten songs that you are currently digging…it doesn’t matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they’re no good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the ten songs in your blog. Then tag five other people to see what they’re listening to.
Here’s my random list:
1. Goldigger by Kanye West
2. Don't Cha by the PussyCat Dolls
3. Shake it Off by Mariah Carey
4. We Belong Together by Mariah Carey
5. Don't Lie by Black Eyed Peas
6. Cool by Gwen Stefani
7. Tortura by Shakira
8. Girl by Destiny's Child
9. Don't Phunk with My Heart by Black Eyed Peas
10. Speed of Sound by Coldplay
Okay, Bev and Twisted you’re it! I cannot think of another 3 people who will participate; so it's open to all.
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7 things I plan to do before I die:
1. Learn how to ballroom dance
2. Fall in love.
3. Be a mother
4. attend a culinary school for a summer
5. Go back to Paris.
6. Make a living doing something I completely enjoy.
7. Rule the World?!?!
7 things I can do:
1. Bake.
2. Cook
3. Read
4. dance
5. cross my eyes in weird configurations
6. plan a party
7. very flexible--so use your imagination b/c that means I can do a lot!
7 things I cannot do:
1. Knit.
2. Speak any other languages beside English fluently
3. Math without a calculator
4. Run to race
5. Sing, even though I think I can, I know I cannot
6. Touch my nose with my tongue
7. Get a joke within the tolerable time. It always takes me longer...
7 things that attract me to the opposite sex:
1. Wit.
2. Sense of humor.
3. Honesty.
4. Intelligence.
5. Height under 6 feet
6. Accents
7. Good sense of style
7 things that I say most often:
1. This is how we do.
2. You know how I do
3. No joke
4. What the..?
5. You know what I mean (question and statement)
6. Hey, hey, hey
7. Mofo
7 celebrity crushes:
1. Kevin James
2. Jason Statham.
3. Gideon Yago
4. Jay-Z
5. Taye Diggs
6. Jason Lewis
7. Paul Walker
7 people I want to do this:
Well, rather than choose seven people, I’m leaving it open to whomever wants to do it.
Wednesday, August 31
Monday, August 29
Call Me Rachel Ray and I'll Kick You
Again, I watched Food Network for Sunday dinner inspiration.
This time I took recipe's from Rachel Ray.
Is it me or does she yell each time she speaks? Not just that, her arms are out of control. They fly around everywhere. The best tip I have ever taken away from her show, is her trash bowl. What a simple idea. No more walking back and forth to a trash can, while in the middle of chopping stuff. This episode she called her Video Night Meal. She and John like to watch tons of videos together with great bowls of pasta on their laps. Who is John? Her fennel pasta idea came from Goodfellas---is it just me or can you, too, not picture her watching Goodfellas?
C'mon, Rachel, we all know you are Julia Roberts girl. We can so tell.
So I made this my Video Music Award meal. Get it? Her video meal, my VMA meal...oh, well, I crack myself up and that's what counts.
I can honestly say this meal did take 30 minutes. Oh, and my first time ever, using fennel. It was so yummy.* The salad with the pears in the dressing...oh Lord, I can still taste it!
Good Fennels Pasta
1 pound bucatini pasta (hollow fat spaghetti)
Salt
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, divided
1 pound bulk sweet Italian sausage
4 cloves garlic, very thinly sliced
1 bulb fennel, trimmed, quartered and core cut away, very thinly sliced
1 small yellow onion, very thinly sliced
2 cubanelle peppers, seeded and very thinly sliced
Pepper
1 cup dry white wine or stock, eyeball it
1 (28-ounce) can crushed San Marzano (Italian imported) tomatoes
1/2 cup grated Parmigiano-Reggiano, plus some to pass at table
1 cup basil,
20 leaves, shredded or tornCrusty bread, for mopping (I omitted the mopping and the bread)
Place a large pot of water on to boil for pasta. Salt water and add bucatini and cook to al dente. While water comes to boil and pasta cooks, make the sauce. Heat a large, deep nonstick skillet over medium high heat. Add 1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil, 1 turn of the pan. Add sausage to the skillet and break up the sausage into small bits. Brown sausage all over then transfer to a paper towel lined plate.
Return pan to heat and add 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, 2 turns of the pan, the garlic, fennel, onions and peppers. Season the vegetables with salt and pepper.
Cook, turning frequently, 7 to 8 minutes until tender but do not allow the fennel and onions to brown – reduce heat a bit if they begin to. Add the wine or stock next and reduce 2 minutes. Stir in the tomatoes and the sausage. Reduce heat to a simmer and cook until pasta is done. Drain the pasta very well and add to the sauce. Sprinkle the pasta with 1/2 cup cheese, a couple of handfuls, then toss pasta with thick sauce to combine. Transfer pasta to a large shallow platter and cover with the pasta with basil leaves.
Serve with extra cheese and pass crusty bread at the table to mop up the plates
Four Star Salad
1 lemon, juiced
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, eyeball it
2 hearts romaine, chopped
1/2 red onion, thinly sliced
1 red pear, thinly sliced
2 tablespoons fresh thyme, 5 to 6 sprigs, chopped
1/4 cup finely chopped mint leaves, a generous handful
Salt and pepper
Place the lemon juice in the bottom of a bowl and whisk in extra-virgin olive oil. Add lettuce, onions, pear, thyme and mint to the bowl and toss. Season the salad with salt and pepper, toss again, taste to adjust seasonings and serve
*Bev--this will be made again, for others!
This time I took recipe's from Rachel Ray.
Is it me or does she yell each time she speaks? Not just that, her arms are out of control. They fly around everywhere. The best tip I have ever taken away from her show, is her trash bowl. What a simple idea. No more walking back and forth to a trash can, while in the middle of chopping stuff. This episode she called her Video Night Meal. She and John like to watch tons of videos together with great bowls of pasta on their laps. Who is John? Her fennel pasta idea came from Goodfellas---is it just me or can you, too, not picture her watching Goodfellas?
C'mon, Rachel, we all know you are Julia Roberts girl. We can so tell.
So I made this my Video Music Award meal. Get it? Her video meal, my VMA meal...oh, well, I crack myself up and that's what counts.
I can honestly say this meal did take 30 minutes. Oh, and my first time ever, using fennel. It was so yummy.* The salad with the pears in the dressing...oh Lord, I can still taste it!
Good Fennels Pasta
1 pound bucatini pasta (hollow fat spaghetti)
Salt
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, divided
1 pound bulk sweet Italian sausage
4 cloves garlic, very thinly sliced
1 bulb fennel, trimmed, quartered and core cut away, very thinly sliced
1 small yellow onion, very thinly sliced
2 cubanelle peppers, seeded and very thinly sliced
Pepper
1 cup dry white wine or stock, eyeball it
1 (28-ounce) can crushed San Marzano (Italian imported) tomatoes
1/2 cup grated Parmigiano-Reggiano, plus some to pass at table
1 cup basil,
20 leaves, shredded or tornCrusty bread, for mopping (I omitted the mopping and the bread)
Place a large pot of water on to boil for pasta. Salt water and add bucatini and cook to al dente. While water comes to boil and pasta cooks, make the sauce. Heat a large, deep nonstick skillet over medium high heat. Add 1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil, 1 turn of the pan. Add sausage to the skillet and break up the sausage into small bits. Brown sausage all over then transfer to a paper towel lined plate.
Return pan to heat and add 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, 2 turns of the pan, the garlic, fennel, onions and peppers. Season the vegetables with salt and pepper.
Cook, turning frequently, 7 to 8 minutes until tender but do not allow the fennel and onions to brown – reduce heat a bit if they begin to. Add the wine or stock next and reduce 2 minutes. Stir in the tomatoes and the sausage. Reduce heat to a simmer and cook until pasta is done. Drain the pasta very well and add to the sauce. Sprinkle the pasta with 1/2 cup cheese, a couple of handfuls, then toss pasta with thick sauce to combine. Transfer pasta to a large shallow platter and cover with the pasta with basil leaves.
Serve with extra cheese and pass crusty bread at the table to mop up the plates
Four Star Salad
1 lemon, juiced
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, eyeball it
2 hearts romaine, chopped
1/2 red onion, thinly sliced
1 red pear, thinly sliced
2 tablespoons fresh thyme, 5 to 6 sprigs, chopped
1/4 cup finely chopped mint leaves, a generous handful
Salt and pepper
Place the lemon juice in the bottom of a bowl and whisk in extra-virgin olive oil. Add lettuce, onions, pear, thyme and mint to the bowl and toss. Season the salad with salt and pepper, toss again, taste to adjust seasonings and serve
*Bev--this will be made again, for others!
Go Hammer, Go Hammer, Go!
It wouldn't be Monday, if I couldn't discuss the VMA's.
Can I just say, when will MTV crawl out of Kanye West's butt? Seriously. Did anyone happen to watch "All Eyes on Kanye"; that they played repeatedly over the weekend in pre-VMA fashion?
He is one arrogant mofo. Sorry, had to say it. I like his music and his videos; but where does he get off thinking that he is the best and deserve any and all awards and recognition?
Back to the actual VMAs...Diddy, Puff, P. Diddy, Sean---we love you. No matter what you call yourself. You were the best host, ever. And the duds, loved them. I was even down with the B.I.G tee shirt.
I think by far, he is a really good entertainer.
I love him, I loved him more when he brought on MC Hammer...whoa--did you catch that?
MC Hammer, y'all! Doing "U Can't Touch This"; all outfitted and doing the dance. I be lying if I told you I didn't get up, and dance side to side, and chant, "Go Hammer" with the dancers, that were actually on stage.
I told y'all I dance. All. The. Time.
So, how can you come down from MC Hammer? You just cannot.
Then we were delighted with Shakira (en espanol), Kanye (again) with Jamie Foxx---ugh, who was not scared to promote his own album coming out soon, The Killers, Mariah Carey, 50 Cent, and Kelly Clarkson.
Poor girl, can she ever find a microphone that actually works? But props to her for belting it out, loud and strong, barefooted.
The only acts that I feel were missing was one from Gwen Stefani--her videos were nominated more than once?!?! and Destiny's Child. Jamie Foxx gave them a send off, but we didn't get a performance? For a group that is breaking up, I think they should have been invited to perform. Or is that just me? Maybe...
What were your thoughts?
Can I just say, when will MTV crawl out of Kanye West's butt? Seriously. Did anyone happen to watch "All Eyes on Kanye"; that they played repeatedly over the weekend in pre-VMA fashion?
He is one arrogant mofo. Sorry, had to say it. I like his music and his videos; but where does he get off thinking that he is the best and deserve any and all awards and recognition?
Back to the actual VMAs...Diddy, Puff, P. Diddy, Sean---we love you. No matter what you call yourself. You were the best host, ever. And the duds, loved them. I was even down with the B.I.G tee shirt.
I think by far, he is a really good entertainer.
I love him, I loved him more when he brought on MC Hammer...whoa--did you catch that?
MC Hammer, y'all! Doing "U Can't Touch This"; all outfitted and doing the dance. I be lying if I told you I didn't get up, and dance side to side, and chant, "Go Hammer" with the dancers, that were actually on stage.
I told y'all I dance. All. The. Time.
So, how can you come down from MC Hammer? You just cannot.
Then we were delighted with Shakira (en espanol), Kanye (again) with Jamie Foxx---ugh, who was not scared to promote his own album coming out soon, The Killers, Mariah Carey, 50 Cent, and Kelly Clarkson.
Poor girl, can she ever find a microphone that actually works? But props to her for belting it out, loud and strong, barefooted.
The only acts that I feel were missing was one from Gwen Stefani--her videos were nominated more than once?!?! and Destiny's Child. Jamie Foxx gave them a send off, but we didn't get a performance? For a group that is breaking up, I think they should have been invited to perform. Or is that just me? Maybe...
What were your thoughts?
Bye, Bye
Now, where to begin, hmm...I have so much news.
First, I somewhat got the job.
YIPEE?
Not quite...the job I applied for, was offered to someone else. Uhm hmm. But they offered for me to 'assist' with special projects. While doing the job I have now. Uh-uh. My title could change and whatnot, but the point is that I didn't get the job I wanted.
So, I had to decline the offer.
It's all good, because now, I am free to celebrate the promotion I got 2 weeks ago! Celebrate? Yeah, can you believe I've held back from planning a party, just to hear the above news about the job?!?!
Mofo. I should've known.
Now, it's party time!
Next bit o' news, drumroll please...
BackTyper's last day is Thursday! Whoo hoo.
Come to think of it---I should have a party to celebrate both! Yipee. No more back-typing. It's going to be really silent in these parts. Now, you may think that I cannot stand BackTyper, which is true at some times. Seriously, he was true entertainment. If you know me and you've met him, you know what I mean. The lisp? The sports trivia? The shaved marine head? His dates...
oh gosh, I'm going to miss sitting back and analyzing our dating lives together. Yeah, I said "our" because he was the only guy'friend' I had that knew Incredible; so when there were problems, I'd ask him what he thought.
And he has some crazy girls----that Match.com must not screen, eh?
Also, he's my college football buddy. Not that we cannot meet up for some good ole football at the Tech alum bar, now I get to go with singlehood, hee hee--watch out Raiders, my guns are up. Each game, we'd make fun of the other school---that crimson and cream school and all the fools that would be up in our hotel for the big game.
Aww---I'll miss him. Won't miss the typing, won't miss the rudeness, won't miss the bossing around---but something will be missed.
First, I somewhat got the job.
YIPEE?
Not quite...the job I applied for, was offered to someone else. Uhm hmm. But they offered for me to 'assist' with special projects. While doing the job I have now. Uh-uh. My title could change and whatnot, but the point is that I didn't get the job I wanted.
So, I had to decline the offer.
It's all good, because now, I am free to celebrate the promotion I got 2 weeks ago! Celebrate? Yeah, can you believe I've held back from planning a party, just to hear the above news about the job?!?!
Mofo. I should've known.
Now, it's party time!
Next bit o' news, drumroll please...
BackTyper's last day is Thursday! Whoo hoo.
Come to think of it---I should have a party to celebrate both! Yipee. No more back-typing. It's going to be really silent in these parts. Now, you may think that I cannot stand BackTyper, which is true at some times. Seriously, he was true entertainment. If you know me and you've met him, you know what I mean. The lisp? The sports trivia? The shaved marine head? His dates...
oh gosh, I'm going to miss sitting back and analyzing our dating lives together. Yeah, I said "our" because he was the only guy'friend' I had that knew Incredible; so when there were problems, I'd ask him what he thought.
And he has some crazy girls----that Match.com must not screen, eh?
Also, he's my college football buddy. Not that we cannot meet up for some good ole football at the Tech alum bar, now I get to go with singlehood, hee hee--watch out Raiders, my guns are up. Each game, we'd make fun of the other school---that crimson and cream school and all the fools that would be up in our hotel for the big game.
Aww---I'll miss him. Won't miss the typing, won't miss the rudeness, won't miss the bossing around---but something will be missed.
Thursday, August 25
Andale, Andale?
Waco was much fun. It was Belvis' birthday and it was also a long time since I've seen her and the rest of the gang. Finally, I got to meet her beau, too.
I know what you are thinking; "Waco?"
Oh, yeah...Waco.
Let's not underestimate, just yet. Waco is a hidden shopping gem.
There is this one place where you can find hip jeans and clothing, at a fraction of the cost from anywhere else. Seriously.
Example: They had a Free People jacket priced at $48.
If you know Free People brand, you know nothing is $48. Nothing. Ok, maybe a belt.
Belvis had a kick ass party with karoke, a wild game of dress up, and a ton of great Greek food. I love Greek food. There are not enough Greek restaurants around.
I know I live in Dallas--top restaurant city, but the Greek food here is not so great. If you know a place, let me know.
The food and the company were kick ass. Most of the girls I had not seen since last year, so it was nice to catch up.
Yes, I tried to pull some interventions on some people that clearly needed them.
Uhm, such as my friend dating a married man and expecting everthing to change once he commits to you? Then living with this man, hoping he will marry you?
Did we learn anything from Sienna and Jude?
Anything?
So you know, I had to regulate and intervene on the married man. She's my friend and we've all dated the non-committal type male. She took it a step further, with a married man.
Was it wrong that I bold faced asked him what his intentions with her were?
Was it wrong that I was disgusted that he said he'll do what he'll do when he is ready, no time frame or anything?
Was it wrong that I was thisclose to telling him to hit the road since he cheated on his wife, so he is likely to cheat on my friend?
Interventions are a good thing. So when it's over, don't go telling everyone that I have issues.
Issues?
At least I can admit to my own issues.
So he should have said that I have 'opinions' not issues. Oh. Well.
I just like to have my friend's back. Because I've been there and done that for all of a second. Let me tell you, married men are just that, they are married.
If you mess with one; you are the homewrecker--no matter what spin you put on it. "He is in a love-less marriage", "He is only happy with me", "He won't cheat on me"
Yeah. Right.
Don't get me wrong, I know my friend is part to blame as well. Since I'm biased, I could only hate on his ass.
I know what you are thinking; "Waco?"
Oh, yeah...Waco.
Let's not underestimate, just yet. Waco is a hidden shopping gem.
There is this one place where you can find hip jeans and clothing, at a fraction of the cost from anywhere else. Seriously.
Example: They had a Free People jacket priced at $48.
If you know Free People brand, you know nothing is $48. Nothing. Ok, maybe a belt.
Belvis had a kick ass party with karoke, a wild game of dress up, and a ton of great Greek food. I love Greek food. There are not enough Greek restaurants around.
I know I live in Dallas--top restaurant city, but the Greek food here is not so great. If you know a place, let me know.
The food and the company were kick ass. Most of the girls I had not seen since last year, so it was nice to catch up.
Yes, I tried to pull some interventions on some people that clearly needed them.
Uhm, such as my friend dating a married man and expecting everthing to change once he commits to you? Then living with this man, hoping he will marry you?
Did we learn anything from Sienna and Jude?
Anything?
So you know, I had to regulate and intervene on the married man. She's my friend and we've all dated the non-committal type male. She took it a step further, with a married man.
Was it wrong that I bold faced asked him what his intentions with her were?
Was it wrong that I was disgusted that he said he'll do what he'll do when he is ready, no time frame or anything?
Was it wrong that I was thisclose to telling him to hit the road since he cheated on his wife, so he is likely to cheat on my friend?
Interventions are a good thing. So when it's over, don't go telling everyone that I have issues.
Issues?
At least I can admit to my own issues.
So he should have said that I have 'opinions' not issues. Oh. Well.
I just like to have my friend's back. Because I've been there and done that for all of a second. Let me tell you, married men are just that, they are married.
If you mess with one; you are the homewrecker--no matter what spin you put on it. "He is in a love-less marriage", "He is only happy with me", "He won't cheat on me"
Yeah. Right.
Don't get me wrong, I know my friend is part to blame as well. Since I'm biased, I could only hate on his ass.
Wednesday, August 24
Arriba, Arriba!
I've been so caught up with PowerPoint, there was no time to let you in on the weekend, or more like Friday and Saturday nights.
Friday was the night that I decided to act like I was 22, again. Whoa, I may have done that Saturday as well, who knows?
Friday, I was eating dinner with my lesbian couple friends.
I think I had 2 or 3 margaritas by the end of dinner. Who knows? Because before the check came I sauntered over to my neighbor, who doesn't live below me, but freely will meet up with Groomsman whenever she pleases (still harboring the shit).
She was sharing a pitcher of beer with our other neighbor. She sure does know the building. I'm lucky if my next door neighbor says "hi".
I think that sometime in the next ten minutes the lesbians left, and hopefully, paid my bill?!? Now, I was drinking more margaritas at this table. While I was sitting there, I kept getting the 'eyes' from a cutie at a different table.
Oh, let's just say this table was full of cuties, an eenie meanie miney moe table. You know what I mean. So any set of 'eyes' coming from that direction were a-okay with me. Neighbor got up to embarrass herself with karaoke; "Eyes" asked me to join their table. Did I think about it? Hell to the no. I left neighbor's table, my new drink tab at her table, and sat with the boys. If you are counting, that is now 2 tables I have jumped paying tabs, eek!
The table I jumped to, had 4 cuties. None of them lived in Texas. "Eyes"'s were all about my breasts. It made me uncomfortable so I had to move seats, not table, just seats, placing me next to cutie, Brian. That is so his name because it's cute, we are not protecting innocents, today. So as the hours roll by and Neighbor has long gone home, the table of 4 turned to a table of 7; then a table of 10, before I knew it I was at a table full of 14 Vanderbilt alums.
Oh, you read, right: Vanderbilt.
That school keeps making a guest appearance each time I go out, lately. Coincidence? A sign? (which reminds me, there is news on the other cutie-also an alum from Vanderbilt; that knows Groomsman and before the 2 weeks were up--but we will catch up on that, later)
Still out of the 14, none lived in Texas. I was in Heaven.
Thank goodness, some of these boys picked up a couple of girls and I made friends with them--since they did live in Dallas. Word.
The night ended around 3AM. I passed out, woke up, dragged my hungover self to run a mile, and then headed to Waco...homework was obviously the last thing on my mind.
Friday was the night that I decided to act like I was 22, again. Whoa, I may have done that Saturday as well, who knows?
Friday, I was eating dinner with my lesbian couple friends.
I think I had 2 or 3 margaritas by the end of dinner. Who knows? Because before the check came I sauntered over to my neighbor, who doesn't live below me, but freely will meet up with Groomsman whenever she pleases (still harboring the shit).
She was sharing a pitcher of beer with our other neighbor. She sure does know the building. I'm lucky if my next door neighbor says "hi".
I think that sometime in the next ten minutes the lesbians left, and hopefully, paid my bill?!? Now, I was drinking more margaritas at this table. While I was sitting there, I kept getting the 'eyes' from a cutie at a different table.
Oh, let's just say this table was full of cuties, an eenie meanie miney moe table. You know what I mean. So any set of 'eyes' coming from that direction were a-okay with me. Neighbor got up to embarrass herself with karaoke; "Eyes" asked me to join their table. Did I think about it? Hell to the no. I left neighbor's table, my new drink tab at her table, and sat with the boys. If you are counting, that is now 2 tables I have jumped paying tabs, eek!
The table I jumped to, had 4 cuties. None of them lived in Texas. "Eyes"'s were all about my breasts. It made me uncomfortable so I had to move seats, not table, just seats, placing me next to cutie, Brian. That is so his name because it's cute, we are not protecting innocents, today. So as the hours roll by and Neighbor has long gone home, the table of 4 turned to a table of 7; then a table of 10, before I knew it I was at a table full of 14 Vanderbilt alums.
Oh, you read, right: Vanderbilt.
That school keeps making a guest appearance each time I go out, lately. Coincidence? A sign? (which reminds me, there is news on the other cutie-also an alum from Vanderbilt; that knows Groomsman and before the 2 weeks were up--but we will catch up on that, later)
Still out of the 14, none lived in Texas. I was in Heaven.
Thank goodness, some of these boys picked up a couple of girls and I made friends with them--since they did live in Dallas. Word.
The night ended around 3AM. I passed out, woke up, dragged my hungover self to run a mile, and then headed to Waco...homework was obviously the last thing on my mind.
Homework: Completed
The thing with homework is that you usually have to be at home, in order to do the work.
The thing with procrastination is that you always find other things to occupy your precious time.
Yeah, so I partied until 3 AM Friday night; worked out the next morning; cleaned house; picked up cupcakes; went to Waco for Belvis' birthday bash; shopped, watched the best ending ever for a television show (Six Feet Under); cried my eyes out because of said show; and never once did anything resembling homework.
Why?
Because this isn't school.
Plus, I work better under pressure, so it seems. I took a crash self taught course on PowerPoint and away it went. It was so not fun. PowerPoint is the most boring deal ever. Who invented it? They should be locked in a room where every piece of information will be given by PowerPoint.
A day later and I was ready to present to Mr. Scary Interviewer.
Well...hmm, he said it was the best presentation, ever! Thank you, PowerPoint, thank you.
All it took was a weekend full of partying, just like the college days, for me to get back into the swing of homework. Ha!
Then, came his questions. Questions I could not answer, again. He likes to put out unforeseen situations about products that do not exist with our company and ask me how to solve them.
?!?!!?!
Then he told me that out of all the other applicants that have made it this far in the interviewing process, I'm the only one without sales experience.
Hell to the no.
If he read my resume, he'd see that I signed by soul to ClearChannel for a year, selling radio. Or he could see that I am the leader in add-on sales, in my current position.
Or, wait, better yet: the job I'm applying for is not a sales position!
Conclusion?
I think he knows he is not hiring me and is looking for excuses to stand by his choice...any other thoughts?
The thing with procrastination is that you always find other things to occupy your precious time.
Yeah, so I partied until 3 AM Friday night; worked out the next morning; cleaned house; picked up cupcakes; went to Waco for Belvis' birthday bash; shopped, watched the best ending ever for a television show (Six Feet Under); cried my eyes out because of said show; and never once did anything resembling homework.
Why?
Because this isn't school.
Plus, I work better under pressure, so it seems. I took a crash self taught course on PowerPoint and away it went. It was so not fun. PowerPoint is the most boring deal ever. Who invented it? They should be locked in a room where every piece of information will be given by PowerPoint.
A day later and I was ready to present to Mr. Scary Interviewer.
Well...hmm, he said it was the best presentation, ever! Thank you, PowerPoint, thank you.
All it took was a weekend full of partying, just like the college days, for me to get back into the swing of homework. Ha!
Then, came his questions. Questions I could not answer, again. He likes to put out unforeseen situations about products that do not exist with our company and ask me how to solve them.
?!?!!?!
Then he told me that out of all the other applicants that have made it this far in the interviewing process, I'm the only one without sales experience.
Hell to the no.
If he read my resume, he'd see that I signed by soul to ClearChannel for a year, selling radio. Or he could see that I am the leader in add-on sales, in my current position.
Or, wait, better yet: the job I'm applying for is not a sales position!
Conclusion?
I think he knows he is not hiring me and is looking for excuses to stand by his choice...any other thoughts?
Monday, August 22
Giving Up
Power Point, you win.
I hate this...okay had to vent.
Nothing like a stupid computer program and it's non-existent so called "Help" to really make me fee the size of an ant and the age of a dinosaur.
I hate this...okay had to vent.
Nothing like a stupid computer program and it's non-existent so called "Help" to really make me fee the size of an ant and the age of a dinosaur.
Friday, August 19
Homework? On the Weekend? At this age?
Here is the job interview update. I was called on Thursday to see if I could be available for a second discussion (interview) for Friday afternoon. Yippee!
Friday afternoon's scheduled 2:30 PM interview, quickly changed to Friday morning's very spontaneous phone call. Don't you hate when they catch you off guard?
It was not so much an interview as it was an assignment and a confession.
Confession first. The manager decided to be candid with me and told me that the other interviewees had to do a presentation for him. Yesterday, he made one girl cry. She presented something that was not what he was looking for and he was not afraid to tell her. Hence, her tears.
Why did he tell me that?
I think it was a warning to do as he asked.
Then came the assignment. Over the weekend I am to produce a 20-minute PowerPoint presentation for him. Originally it was due to him via email, Sunday.
Sunday?!?
As in the Lord's day, Sunday.
1. I don't have a computer at home and my Kinko's days are O-V-E-R.
2. The weekend?
Yes. He went on and on about how I can research this and that and think about all this over the weekend.
That's not my only problem.
Did I mention it's on PowerPoint? I hate PowerPoint. I hate making presentations on it and I hate seeing presentations via PowerPoint.
Then, he even told me that I can get creative as I want. I can add music and pictures...whoa, music?
PowerPoint does that?
Yeah, see, my lack of knowledge with PowerPoint?
Add the facts that the details of this project are very difficult to research, let alone, find in, oh, I don't know, 3 days!!!
How can I get creative in 3 days? This is bananas, the last time I even did a presentation was in college. With a group. Not solo.
Oh, but I want the job. Motherfucker!
I don't know where I'll find the time, I thought I would have time today. Once I started with some research, I got deep, and deeper into it. I must have 30 pages of printouts on the subject.
Oh, but I'm going to Waco this weekend and my social calendar is full for this weekend. That never happens.
You know it just had to end up that I would get a homework assignment on the busiest weekends for me.
Anyone want to be commissioned?
After venting about this, I think that he wants to hire me and that he just needs to validate that I can do the job, especially since he is in LA and I'm not. ?!?!? Does that make sense?
What's even more odd, is that he has not spoken to my direct supervisor at all about any of this?!?! Just his best buddy Boss---who does not work with me on a close day to day basis, like my supervisor.
I don't know.
This will be me, this weekend: PowerPoint for Dummies, somehow I'll have to work it in between driving, eating, drinking, and baking.
Friday afternoon's scheduled 2:30 PM interview, quickly changed to Friday morning's very spontaneous phone call. Don't you hate when they catch you off guard?
It was not so much an interview as it was an assignment and a confession.
Confession first. The manager decided to be candid with me and told me that the other interviewees had to do a presentation for him. Yesterday, he made one girl cry. She presented something that was not what he was looking for and he was not afraid to tell her. Hence, her tears.
Why did he tell me that?
I think it was a warning to do as he asked.
Then came the assignment. Over the weekend I am to produce a 20-minute PowerPoint presentation for him. Originally it was due to him via email, Sunday.
Sunday?!?
As in the Lord's day, Sunday.
1. I don't have a computer at home and my Kinko's days are O-V-E-R.
2. The weekend?
Yes. He went on and on about how I can research this and that and think about all this over the weekend.
That's not my only problem.
Did I mention it's on PowerPoint? I hate PowerPoint. I hate making presentations on it and I hate seeing presentations via PowerPoint.
Then, he even told me that I can get creative as I want. I can add music and pictures...whoa, music?
PowerPoint does that?
Yeah, see, my lack of knowledge with PowerPoint?
Add the facts that the details of this project are very difficult to research, let alone, find in, oh, I don't know, 3 days!!!
How can I get creative in 3 days? This is bananas, the last time I even did a presentation was in college. With a group. Not solo.
Oh, but I want the job. Motherfucker!
I don't know where I'll find the time, I thought I would have time today. Once I started with some research, I got deep, and deeper into it. I must have 30 pages of printouts on the subject.
Oh, but I'm going to Waco this weekend and my social calendar is full for this weekend. That never happens.
You know it just had to end up that I would get a homework assignment on the busiest weekends for me.
Anyone want to be commissioned?
After venting about this, I think that he wants to hire me and that he just needs to validate that I can do the job, especially since he is in LA and I'm not. ?!?!? Does that make sense?
What's even more odd, is that he has not spoken to my direct supervisor at all about any of this?!?! Just his best buddy Boss---who does not work with me on a close day to day basis, like my supervisor.
I don't know.
This will be me, this weekend: PowerPoint for Dummies, somehow I'll have to work it in between driving, eating, drinking, and baking.
Thursday, August 18
100
1. I love the smell of pure Ivory soap. And only in the hot summer months. I think it has to do with the crisp, sharp soap smell. Ivory to me is what soap should smell like. Mind you, not the shower gel, the bar soap. Each summer, I retire all my fancy Bath and Body Works shower gels and splurge on 99 cent 4-packs of Ivory soap.
2. I cook all the time. You may have guessed this one already.
3. I dance around my apartment once a day. Sometimes it's the best way to start or end each day, depending on my mood. Usually, it's to my Jennifer Lopez "Reel Me" dvd.
4. When I was about 8 years old, me and the neighborhood kids decided to jump off the roof of one of our houses. I told my mom before I did it, she warned me not to do so. You know I did it and I have 3 wonderful life long scars on my knees because I was the lucky one, to land in a rose bush. Thorns and all. I screamed like a baby. Some people think those scars are sexy.
5. I refuse to get my wisdom teeth pulled. Sometimes they hurt and that's why God invented ibuprofen.
6. My favorite comfort meal is mashed potatoes with hot dogs mixed into them. That was my favorite meal as a kid, go figure, still is.
7. I can never sleep past 9 AM, no matter if it's Saturday or Sunday or if I stayed out the night before. I just cannot do it.
8. I make my bed everyday, no matter where I spent the night. Hotel, guy's places, friend's houses, my mom's. I make beds.
9. I have a process when I read magazines. First, I skim them front cover to back. Then, I flip backwards, skimming. Then, I go back and read the whole magazine. I don't know why.
10. I think when a man smokes it's sexy. Women smoking is gross. I don't like smokers, but to see a man light on an occasional social cigarette is a huge turn on for me. Not cigars, just cigarettes.
11. I religiously watch "Girlfriends" syndicated repeats on UPN and BET
12. I live in Dallas, proper.
13. I was born in Brooklyn. The BK, NYC.
14. I have girl crushes on Leah Remini and Jennifer Lopez.
15. I dislike chocolate anything, except hot cocoa.
16. I'm Catholic.
17. I'm the first one on both sides of my family to be born in the United States.
18. I don't live in the state as my family.
19. I like staying in hotels. And I make my bed there, too.
20. I'm addicted to reality television
21. I'm a hopeless non-traditional romantic
22. Which also means, I never want an engagement ring because
23. I hate when men buy me jewelry and I hardly wear jewelry.
24. I recently made an appointment to see a therapist. Not because I think I'm crazy, but I think I need to rid myself of some things and understand some others
25. I hate when people call and never leave a message, therefore I don't return those calls
26. I'm a big city girl
27. I've been to jail--once. Almost a second time.
28. I've bailed my brother out of jail. Yeah, my mom is real proud of us.
29. I eat cornstarch from the box
30. I want a man who can cook w/o my supervision.
31. I like men under 6 feet tall
32. I've dated a technically married man
33. I've had 1 one-night stand
34. Red Lobster is my fave restaurant. Don't knock it!
35. I'm a cheap date, meaning it takes so little to please me. hee, and a cheap fiance, if I can find the right man.
36. I'm not the house buying type
37. No broken bones, ever. Knock on wood.
38. My mom speaks fluent Spanish, her mom was Venezuelan. I speak conversational Spanish.
39. My dad speaks fluent French. His girlfriend before my mom was French. I speak very little French.
40. My slacker brother, who refuses to go to college, speaks both French and Spanish. Go figure.
41. I fear that I will be 38 and single. "38 is my scary age"
42. I've been to Mardi Gras.
43. Yes, I lifted my shirt a few times and had hella beads to show for it.
44. My one night stand was in Austin. My one week hook up was in Mardi Gras.
45. I had a high school lover. Then, I thought it was so risque. Couple years later, I thought it was slutty. A few more years later, I thought it was dumb. Now, it looks to be the High School norm nowadays. What is happening with our kids? Eeek!
46.Those black "W" bumper stickers make me want to hurl.
47. I cuss too much, I think...
48. I had braces and had them removed a year early because I was graduating. I never wore my retainer because I had to be a cool freshman in college. No regrets, yet. Take that, Dr. Lynn!
49. I lived in 3 dorms my first year at UT-Austin. The first room, I had a crazy Vegan room mate. Not that Vegans are crazy, but she sure was. I had to move. Then, I moved in with a cool room mate, too cool that we got caught with alcohol. My parents thought it was best I move into the all girls dorm because girls don't drink underage. Then, I got caught with a boy in my room and we were studying. Seriously, I'd own up to any sexual activity causing me to get kicked out of a dorm. No one believed me, not even my parents.
50. I am very anal to a lot of stuff. A lot of people find that hard to believe of me, but it's true.
51. I hate Taco Bell.
52. Hot pink is my new favorite color.
53. I've slept with 13 men.
54. I've had 2 serious boyfriends.
55. I've cheated on both of them and with both of them.
56. I tend to go the opposite of what everyone else is doing.
57. No matter who you are, I cannot tell you what I want.
58. I'm a very slow reader, but I love to read.
59. I'm a planner. I like to have things scheduled a day or more before it happens. This gets me into trouble when I'm with spontaneous people. I need a plan.
60. Breakfast at Tiffany's is my all time favorite movie.
61. I will never watch "Super Size Me" because I think it is nonsense.
62. I love McDonald's
63. I dislike Oprah Winfrey as a person, I'll watch her show unless it's some serious topic.
64. I cannot stand Halle Berry.
65. I have a birthmark in the shape of Australia on my lower back.
66. I don't own a bathing suit.
67. I don't like it when others speak bad of my exes. I think it's also a reflection of me since I used to date/love them.
68. I like to shop alone.
69. I can spend an hour in BabyGAP and GAP Kids.
70. I used to work at the GAP. I think they injected me with some brand loyal drug because I can shop GAP all day, every day.
71. I don't like it when other people have the same articles of clothing as me. I know, I know (see above).
72. I am weird.
73. The most expensive pair of shoes I've had are the only pair of shoes that have fallen apart on me.
74. I subscribe to Lucky, Elle, Big D, InStyle, and Real Simple magazines.
75. I dispise Cosmo
76. I am the oldest. I have one younger brother.
77. My parents are divorced. Thank goodness.
78. I don't drink to get drunk, ever. I think I was the most sober person at my birthday party.
79. My birthday is December 6, 1977
80. When I was in middle school, I remember some Black girl my age was raped and murdered on my birthday. I think about that fact way too much, all the time.
81. I'm a Sagittarius and live up to it.
82. I don't read horoscopes, unless I am dating someone.
83. I shop online first, to see if it's worth going to the mall, in the first place.
84. I speak to Pecos Girl all the time. I have never met her.
85. I love personality quizzes.
86. I can read a book more than once.
87. "The Lovely Bones" crosses my mind more than once a day.
88. I'm terrified that I will die somewhere and no one will know what happened.
89. I love snow.
90. Thanksgiving is my favorite Holiday.
91. I am allergic to nuts. Make your jokes.
92. I do not take shots at bars. I don't even do shots at home. No matter what.
93. I used to be on the swim team.
94. I took ballet when I was in elementary and also once I graduated college.
95. I love the name Aerin. Spelled just like that. One of the Erin's I know, I spell her name Aerin, just so I can see it like that: Aerin.
96. I won't name my daughter Aerin.
97. I run everyday. Sometimes twice a day.
98. I don't like hanging out at the pool.
99. I don't have a patio and I wish I did,
100. This list took me a week to compile.
2. I cook all the time. You may have guessed this one already.
3. I dance around my apartment once a day. Sometimes it's the best way to start or end each day, depending on my mood. Usually, it's to my Jennifer Lopez "Reel Me" dvd.
4. When I was about 8 years old, me and the neighborhood kids decided to jump off the roof of one of our houses. I told my mom before I did it, she warned me not to do so. You know I did it and I have 3 wonderful life long scars on my knees because I was the lucky one, to land in a rose bush. Thorns and all. I screamed like a baby. Some people think those scars are sexy.
5. I refuse to get my wisdom teeth pulled. Sometimes they hurt and that's why God invented ibuprofen.
6. My favorite comfort meal is mashed potatoes with hot dogs mixed into them. That was my favorite meal as a kid, go figure, still is.
7. I can never sleep past 9 AM, no matter if it's Saturday or Sunday or if I stayed out the night before. I just cannot do it.
8. I make my bed everyday, no matter where I spent the night. Hotel, guy's places, friend's houses, my mom's. I make beds.
9. I have a process when I read magazines. First, I skim them front cover to back. Then, I flip backwards, skimming. Then, I go back and read the whole magazine. I don't know why.
10. I think when a man smokes it's sexy. Women smoking is gross. I don't like smokers, but to see a man light on an occasional social cigarette is a huge turn on for me. Not cigars, just cigarettes.
11. I religiously watch "Girlfriends" syndicated repeats on UPN and BET
12. I live in Dallas, proper.
13. I was born in Brooklyn. The BK, NYC.
14. I have girl crushes on Leah Remini and Jennifer Lopez.
15. I dislike chocolate anything, except hot cocoa.
16. I'm Catholic.
17. I'm the first one on both sides of my family to be born in the United States.
18. I don't live in the state as my family.
19. I like staying in hotels. And I make my bed there, too.
20. I'm addicted to reality television
21. I'm a hopeless non-traditional romantic
22. Which also means, I never want an engagement ring because
23. I hate when men buy me jewelry and I hardly wear jewelry.
24. I recently made an appointment to see a therapist. Not because I think I'm crazy, but I think I need to rid myself of some things and understand some others
25. I hate when people call and never leave a message, therefore I don't return those calls
26. I'm a big city girl
27. I've been to jail--once. Almost a second time.
28. I've bailed my brother out of jail. Yeah, my mom is real proud of us.
29. I eat cornstarch from the box
30. I want a man who can cook w/o my supervision.
31. I like men under 6 feet tall
32. I've dated a technically married man
33. I've had 1 one-night stand
34. Red Lobster is my fave restaurant. Don't knock it!
35. I'm a cheap date, meaning it takes so little to please me. hee, and a cheap fiance, if I can find the right man.
36. I'm not the house buying type
37. No broken bones, ever. Knock on wood.
38. My mom speaks fluent Spanish, her mom was Venezuelan. I speak conversational Spanish.
39. My dad speaks fluent French. His girlfriend before my mom was French. I speak very little French.
40. My slacker brother, who refuses to go to college, speaks both French and Spanish. Go figure.
41. I fear that I will be 38 and single. "38 is my scary age"
42. I've been to Mardi Gras.
43. Yes, I lifted my shirt a few times and had hella beads to show for it.
44. My one night stand was in Austin. My one week hook up was in Mardi Gras.
45. I had a high school lover. Then, I thought it was so risque. Couple years later, I thought it was slutty. A few more years later, I thought it was dumb. Now, it looks to be the High School norm nowadays. What is happening with our kids? Eeek!
46.Those black "W" bumper stickers make me want to hurl.
47. I cuss too much, I think...
48. I had braces and had them removed a year early because I was graduating. I never wore my retainer because I had to be a cool freshman in college. No regrets, yet. Take that, Dr. Lynn!
49. I lived in 3 dorms my first year at UT-Austin. The first room, I had a crazy Vegan room mate. Not that Vegans are crazy, but she sure was. I had to move. Then, I moved in with a cool room mate, too cool that we got caught with alcohol. My parents thought it was best I move into the all girls dorm because girls don't drink underage. Then, I got caught with a boy in my room and we were studying. Seriously, I'd own up to any sexual activity causing me to get kicked out of a dorm. No one believed me, not even my parents.
50. I am very anal to a lot of stuff. A lot of people find that hard to believe of me, but it's true.
51. I hate Taco Bell.
52. Hot pink is my new favorite color.
53. I've slept with 13 men.
54. I've had 2 serious boyfriends.
55. I've cheated on both of them and with both of them.
56. I tend to go the opposite of what everyone else is doing.
57. No matter who you are, I cannot tell you what I want.
58. I'm a very slow reader, but I love to read.
59. I'm a planner. I like to have things scheduled a day or more before it happens. This gets me into trouble when I'm with spontaneous people. I need a plan.
60. Breakfast at Tiffany's is my all time favorite movie.
61. I will never watch "Super Size Me" because I think it is nonsense.
62. I love McDonald's
63. I dislike Oprah Winfrey as a person, I'll watch her show unless it's some serious topic.
64. I cannot stand Halle Berry.
65. I have a birthmark in the shape of Australia on my lower back.
66. I don't own a bathing suit.
67. I don't like it when others speak bad of my exes. I think it's also a reflection of me since I used to date/love them.
68. I like to shop alone.
69. I can spend an hour in BabyGAP and GAP Kids.
70. I used to work at the GAP. I think they injected me with some brand loyal drug because I can shop GAP all day, every day.
71. I don't like it when other people have the same articles of clothing as me. I know, I know (see above).
72. I am weird.
73. The most expensive pair of shoes I've had are the only pair of shoes that have fallen apart on me.
74. I subscribe to Lucky, Elle, Big D, InStyle, and Real Simple magazines.
75. I dispise Cosmo
76. I am the oldest. I have one younger brother.
77. My parents are divorced. Thank goodness.
78. I don't drink to get drunk, ever. I think I was the most sober person at my birthday party.
79. My birthday is December 6, 1977
80. When I was in middle school, I remember some Black girl my age was raped and murdered on my birthday. I think about that fact way too much, all the time.
81. I'm a Sagittarius and live up to it.
82. I don't read horoscopes, unless I am dating someone.
83. I shop online first, to see if it's worth going to the mall, in the first place.
84. I speak to Pecos Girl all the time. I have never met her.
85. I love personality quizzes.
86. I can read a book more than once.
87. "The Lovely Bones" crosses my mind more than once a day.
88. I'm terrified that I will die somewhere and no one will know what happened.
89. I love snow.
90. Thanksgiving is my favorite Holiday.
91. I am allergic to nuts. Make your jokes.
92. I do not take shots at bars. I don't even do shots at home. No matter what.
93. I used to be on the swim team.
94. I took ballet when I was in elementary and also once I graduated college.
95. I love the name Aerin. Spelled just like that. One of the Erin's I know, I spell her name Aerin, just so I can see it like that: Aerin.
96. I won't name my daughter Aerin.
97. I run everyday. Sometimes twice a day.
98. I don't like hanging out at the pool.
99. I don't have a patio and I wish I did,
100. This list took me a week to compile.
Tuesday, August 16
Something Needs to Happen
Boss just called me. Let me remind everyone that after the first Media Relations interview way back a month ago, he also did this same call to me. So, let's not get excited, but I cannot help but feel some butterflies:
Boss: Golightly, are you alone?
Yes?
Boss: OK, so how did the interview go with my best buddy on the west coast?
it went really well
Boss: Did you put your A-game out there, was it the best interview you had?
Well, I did put my A-game out there
Boss: All you have is an A-game
Hee hee (Boss is also somewhat hot, so I giggle a lot. Yeah, you think I jump for anyone? Heck no, only the cute ones. Only the cuties)
Boss: It's true. Is there anything that happened that you would like to do over again?
No, I think it went okay. (yeah, no joke, I want to do the whole thing over)
Boss: Great. What's next, did my best buddy tell you?
He said he'd call you, my supervisor, HR...
Boss: Oh, that's fantastic
I don't know. It was my first phone interview and I'm really excited---
Boss: You are better in person
?!?!
Boss: Oh, what I meant was, you have a certain presence and could win anyone over with that smile
hee hee hee hee
Boss: Well, I am about to call my best buddy and that's what reminded me of your interview. So, is there anything that I should tell my best buddy for you?
THAT I WANT THE JOB!
-or would that be too much?
Boss: Have a good night and I'll talk to you soon.
oh crap, why didn't I say, that I wanted the job? I choke up when it comes to saying what I want.
Why do I have this problem? It's not just with work, it's with everything, from friends, family, and boyfriends. I can never say what it is I really want. UGH.
I need to fix this problem. Soon.
Boss: Golightly, are you alone?
Yes?
Boss: OK, so how did the interview go with my best buddy on the west coast?
it went really well
Boss: Did you put your A-game out there, was it the best interview you had?
Well, I did put my A-game out there
Boss: All you have is an A-game
Hee hee (Boss is also somewhat hot, so I giggle a lot. Yeah, you think I jump for anyone? Heck no, only the cute ones. Only the cuties)
Boss: It's true. Is there anything that happened that you would like to do over again?
No, I think it went okay. (yeah, no joke, I want to do the whole thing over)
Boss: Great. What's next, did my best buddy tell you?
He said he'd call you, my supervisor, HR...
Boss: Oh, that's fantastic
I don't know. It was my first phone interview and I'm really excited---
Boss: You are better in person
?!?!
Boss: Oh, what I meant was, you have a certain presence and could win anyone over with that smile
hee hee hee hee
Boss: Well, I am about to call my best buddy and that's what reminded me of your interview. So, is there anything that I should tell my best buddy for you?
THAT I WANT THE JOB!
-or would that be too much?
Boss: Have a good night and I'll talk to you soon.
oh crap, why didn't I say, that I wanted the job? I choke up when it comes to saying what I want.
Why do I have this problem? It's not just with work, it's with everything, from friends, family, and boyfriends. I can never say what it is I really want. UGH.
I need to fix this problem. Soon.
When I was Hot
When I was younger, I could be out all night and whoop it up. The next day, I could do it all over again. Now, I'm old. I can only handle one night out of the two weekends to be out till dawn (literally).
I prefer that night to be Saturday nights. See, if I whoop it up on a Friday night, I am completely useless the next day, Saturday. I'm a full grown adult now and have things to do. Oil changes, grocery shopping, gift shopping, book store browsing, hair appointments, brunch dates. You get the idea, I have errands.
Sure, they could get done on Sunday, but like that is really gonna happen. Sunday is for rest and to ready yourself for Monday.
Oh, that sounds old.
It's for lazy afternoons curled on your couch catching up with MTV marathons, Six Feet Under, Weeds, and the FOOD network. This past Sunday, while I retold my previous night's story via the cell phone, I took in some FOOD network, more specifically Everyday Italian.
I will let you know, I cannot stand Giada or whatever her name is. Her over-pronunciation of every syllable and vowel of every word makes me want to throw a pizza at the television. This past Sunday, I took inspiration from her show, bucked up, shook off the lazy daze, and cooked:
Chili Oil
2 cups olive oil
4 teaspoons dried crushed red pepper flakes
Combine the oil and crushed red pepper flakes in a heavy small saucepan. Cook over low heat until a thermometer inserted into the oil registers 180 degrees F, about 5 minutes.
Remove from heat. Cool to room temperature, about 2 hours. Transfer the oil and pepper flakes to a 4-ounce bottle. Seal the lid. Refrigerate up to 1 month.
Spicy Chicken
4 chicken thighs with skin and bones
2 chicken breasts with skin and bones, halved crosswise
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
3 tablespoons Chili Oil
1 tablespoon minced garlic
1/2 cup kalamata olives, pitted, coarsely chopped
1/2 cup pitted, coarsely chopped green olives
4 tablespoons chopped fresh Italian parsley leaves
1 1/2 tablespoons drained capers
2/3 cup dry white wine
Sprinkle the chicken with salt and pepper. Heat the oil in a heavy large frying pan over medium-high heat. Add the chicken and cook until golden brown, about 5 minutes per side. Remove the skillet from the heat. Stir in the garlic, olives, 3 tablespoons of parsley and capers. Add the wine. Bring to a boil. Reduce the heat to medium-low. Cover and simmer until the chicken is just cooked through, turning occasionally, about 10 minutes.
Transfer the chicken mixture to a platter. Spoon the sauce over. Sprinkle with the remaining 1 tablespoon of parsley and serve.
Fire Angel Pasta
1 pound angel hair pasta
1/2 cup Chili Oil
1/2 cup chopped fresh Italian parsley leaves
1 lemon, juiced
2 tablespoons lemon zest
Coarse sea salt
Dried crushed red pepper flakes
1/2 teaspoon grated lemon peel, optional
2/3 cup freshly grated Parmesan
Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Add the angel hair pasta and cook until tender but still firm to the bite, stirring occasionally, about 6 to 8 minutes. Drain, reserving 1 cup of the pasta water.
Stir the oil, parsley, lemon juice and lemon peel in a large serving bowl. Add the cooked pasta and toss with enough reserved pasta water, 1/4 cup at a time, to moisten. Season the pasta with salt and red pepper flakes, to taste. Sprinkle grated lemon peel over pasta for extra flavor and texture. Sprinkle with the Parmesan and serve.
I was fun and hot in my kitchen Sunday night.
I prefer that night to be Saturday nights. See, if I whoop it up on a Friday night, I am completely useless the next day, Saturday. I'm a full grown adult now and have things to do. Oil changes, grocery shopping, gift shopping, book store browsing, hair appointments, brunch dates. You get the idea, I have errands.
Sure, they could get done on Sunday, but like that is really gonna happen. Sunday is for rest and to ready yourself for Monday.
Oh, that sounds old.
It's for lazy afternoons curled on your couch catching up with MTV marathons, Six Feet Under, Weeds, and the FOOD network. This past Sunday, while I retold my previous night's story via the cell phone, I took in some FOOD network, more specifically Everyday Italian.
I will let you know, I cannot stand Giada or whatever her name is. Her over-pronunciation of every syllable and vowel of every word makes me want to throw a pizza at the television. This past Sunday, I took inspiration from her show, bucked up, shook off the lazy daze, and cooked:
Chili Oil
2 cups olive oil
4 teaspoons dried crushed red pepper flakes
Combine the oil and crushed red pepper flakes in a heavy small saucepan. Cook over low heat until a thermometer inserted into the oil registers 180 degrees F, about 5 minutes.
Remove from heat. Cool to room temperature, about 2 hours. Transfer the oil and pepper flakes to a 4-ounce bottle. Seal the lid. Refrigerate up to 1 month.
Spicy Chicken
4 chicken thighs with skin and bones
2 chicken breasts with skin and bones, halved crosswise
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
3 tablespoons Chili Oil
1 tablespoon minced garlic
1/2 cup kalamata olives, pitted, coarsely chopped
1/2 cup pitted, coarsely chopped green olives
4 tablespoons chopped fresh Italian parsley leaves
1 1/2 tablespoons drained capers
2/3 cup dry white wine
Sprinkle the chicken with salt and pepper. Heat the oil in a heavy large frying pan over medium-high heat. Add the chicken and cook until golden brown, about 5 minutes per side. Remove the skillet from the heat. Stir in the garlic, olives, 3 tablespoons of parsley and capers. Add the wine. Bring to a boil. Reduce the heat to medium-low. Cover and simmer until the chicken is just cooked through, turning occasionally, about 10 minutes.
Transfer the chicken mixture to a platter. Spoon the sauce over. Sprinkle with the remaining 1 tablespoon of parsley and serve.
Fire Angel Pasta
1 pound angel hair pasta
1/2 cup Chili Oil
1/2 cup chopped fresh Italian parsley leaves
1 lemon, juiced
2 tablespoons lemon zest
Coarse sea salt
Dried crushed red pepper flakes
1/2 teaspoon grated lemon peel, optional
2/3 cup freshly grated Parmesan
Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Add the angel hair pasta and cook until tender but still firm to the bite, stirring occasionally, about 6 to 8 minutes. Drain, reserving 1 cup of the pasta water.
Stir the oil, parsley, lemon juice and lemon peel in a large serving bowl. Add the cooked pasta and toss with enough reserved pasta water, 1/4 cup at a time, to moisten. Season the pasta with salt and red pepper flakes, to taste. Sprinkle grated lemon peel over pasta for extra flavor and texture. Sprinkle with the Parmesan and serve.
I was fun and hot in my kitchen Sunday night.
Monday, August 15
Man Hunt
Saturday night we had gone to a very chic bar downtown to witness "Bachelor" tryouts. "Bachelor", as in the television shows. My expectations were very high for the event and the bar.
The bar was kick ass, the tryouts, hmm, not so much. It was out of control crowded. There were some hotties and there were some not so hot. I even caught a glimpse of a local celebrity--hee hee. Nothing to get excited about.
Supposedly there were people there taking pictures of any "Bachelor" hopefuls, I didn't see anyone doing so, and from there they would call you for an interview.
From there we moved on to Whiskey Bar. The roof of Whiskey Bar to be exact. It was hot, muggy, and drizzling. Let's just say that my previously curled hair, now looked like a 'fro--once I caught a glimpse in a mirror, 2 hours later at an after-party.
Let me add this, before the night started, I made a statement (more like lied) that I was not making this a long night and therefore will not be closing any bars tonight. Statements like that should just be ignored.
Lucky Whisky Bar made a liar out of Golightly.
Here is the deal once we got to Whiskey Bar; my friend Toxic was with us. She sat down on an ottoman; I sat with her, so that she was not alone looking like a party pooper (she does that sometimes). While sitting, I took note of a cute boy.
Since I am not really looking for anything to hook up with or date, when AP came over and said to us that we need to mingle. I did say, for Toxic, "Boy in flip flops is cute", that was the cute boy of note. AP said, yeah she thinks he is checking Toxic out. So, we stood up and mingled.
Right away Toxic fell into a conversation about Ohio, where she is from with another guy also from (GASP) Ohio.
I had no choice but to find a conversation with Cute boy.
He used to play soccer and he travels a lot for his job. Does that sound familiar?
Moving on, he is the perfect height for me: 5'10” don't knock the short ones, till you try it. I just like it better when a man is eye to eye with me (when I'm in heels). He works as an IT consultant (ooh), got his MBA at Vanderbilt (aah), and recently, just moved to Dallas.
Sounds good, right?
We closed down the bar, hard, so hard in fact, that bouncers ushered us out. We said good-bye to AP and went to an after-party.
Just to let you know, I'm not one to just go to some random stranger's house at 2:30 in the morning. I'm also not one to stay at said house until 5:00AM. I'm telling you the truth, when I say; I especially do not go to men I just met apartments and talk until 7AM.
No way, I don't do that.
But I did Saturday night. All we did was talk and kiss. Could it have gone farther? Maybe, and especially maybe, if I didn't see Groomsman picture hanging in Cute boy's bedroom...
And it has just been brought to a full circle.
Cute boy is also a fraternity brother of Groomsman.
Should I connect the dots, see the light, and let this go?
Cute boy took me home at 10:30AM; oh gosh it was such a long night. Once outside my apartment, he gave me his business card and told me it was the best way to get in touch with him. He didn't have his cell phone with him. He told me, he'd be out of town on business for the next two weeks and to call him, then, if I want to go out with him.
"Ball in my court?" I said.
"Ball in your court"
I don't know...
The fact that there already is a connection back to Groomsman worries me, not too much, but still fraternity brothers are tight like white on rice.
Either way, I have 2 weeks to ponder what to do with the ball that is in my court.
The bar was kick ass, the tryouts, hmm, not so much. It was out of control crowded. There were some hotties and there were some not so hot. I even caught a glimpse of a local celebrity--hee hee. Nothing to get excited about.
Supposedly there were people there taking pictures of any "Bachelor" hopefuls, I didn't see anyone doing so, and from there they would call you for an interview.
From there we moved on to Whiskey Bar. The roof of Whiskey Bar to be exact. It was hot, muggy, and drizzling. Let's just say that my previously curled hair, now looked like a 'fro--once I caught a glimpse in a mirror, 2 hours later at an after-party.
Let me add this, before the night started, I made a statement (more like lied) that I was not making this a long night and therefore will not be closing any bars tonight. Statements like that should just be ignored.
Lucky Whisky Bar made a liar out of Golightly.
Here is the deal once we got to Whiskey Bar; my friend Toxic was with us. She sat down on an ottoman; I sat with her, so that she was not alone looking like a party pooper (she does that sometimes). While sitting, I took note of a cute boy.
Since I am not really looking for anything to hook up with or date, when AP came over and said to us that we need to mingle. I did say, for Toxic, "Boy in flip flops is cute", that was the cute boy of note. AP said, yeah she thinks he is checking Toxic out. So, we stood up and mingled.
Right away Toxic fell into a conversation about Ohio, where she is from with another guy also from (GASP) Ohio.
I had no choice but to find a conversation with Cute boy.
He used to play soccer and he travels a lot for his job. Does that sound familiar?
Moving on, he is the perfect height for me: 5'10” don't knock the short ones, till you try it. I just like it better when a man is eye to eye with me (when I'm in heels). He works as an IT consultant (ooh), got his MBA at Vanderbilt (aah), and recently, just moved to Dallas.
Sounds good, right?
We closed down the bar, hard, so hard in fact, that bouncers ushered us out. We said good-bye to AP and went to an after-party.
Just to let you know, I'm not one to just go to some random stranger's house at 2:30 in the morning. I'm also not one to stay at said house until 5:00AM. I'm telling you the truth, when I say; I especially do not go to men I just met apartments and talk until 7AM.
No way, I don't do that.
But I did Saturday night. All we did was talk and kiss. Could it have gone farther? Maybe, and especially maybe, if I didn't see Groomsman picture hanging in Cute boy's bedroom...
And it has just been brought to a full circle.
Cute boy is also a fraternity brother of Groomsman.
Should I connect the dots, see the light, and let this go?
Cute boy took me home at 10:30AM; oh gosh it was such a long night. Once outside my apartment, he gave me his business card and told me it was the best way to get in touch with him. He didn't have his cell phone with him. He told me, he'd be out of town on business for the next two weeks and to call him, then, if I want to go out with him.
"Ball in my court?" I said.
"Ball in your court"
I don't know...
The fact that there already is a connection back to Groomsman worries me, not too much, but still fraternity brothers are tight like white on rice.
Either way, I have 2 weeks to ponder what to do with the ball that is in my court.
Friday, August 12
Dealio, Part 2
You know how before each interview, you do your research and prepare for any and all questions? I did that and still, nothing could prepare me for this interview.
Since the position will be brand new, in a brand new department; there was not much to research on it. Our company is starting up a new department to solely focus on the Sports and Entertainment industry. The interviewer is heading up the department as it's V.P.. There are 5 new positions opening, underneath him, to join the new department.
The only studying, I did was on the industry itself, the hiring manager, and the job duties as listed on the job posting.
The interviewer started by asking me questions about my day, most of them about the luncheon I just left. He asked me specific questions, such as: "How many wristbands have they sold?"; "Where are they taking it next?"; and "What is Lance doing, now?"
Gee. OK.
Let the real interview begin. This man was so excited about the new department he is helming, that all his questions were shot off like rapid fire to me. Some were rhetorical and some he wanted me to answer, right away. Being a phone interview, it was hard to decipher which was which, so I answered all his questions.
Then, he'd reply: "NO. That's not for you to answer. Let's continue."
OK.
Then, he'd ask me a round of situational questions. Since the department doesn't exist, yet and since, the position is brand new to the company, it was very difficult for me to give him an answer that I thought he may be looking for.
It was at this midpoint, an hour already into the interview, that he stopped me and said this---remember, he has a very scary voice:
"Golightly, I'm going to stop this right now and I'm going to tell you something. Boss (my V.P.ed boss) is my best friend; he was in my wedding and I was in his. I highly value his opinion. I'd let him lead me blindly across a desert"
Oh, no...because I for sure wouldn't, but that's just me...
"Boss gave you a very glowing recommendation"
Oh, what?!? Whoa, it meant something, really it did. OK, so maybe Boss can lead me one eye shut across a desert...
"He spoke very highly of you and you need to know this because as of right now, I need for you to stop second guessing yourself with your answers"
Uh, uhm, eh...
"I can tell that your gut answers are the right answers; you need to go with that. OK? OK, now let's continue and just give it to me"
uhm, hmm, oohkay...
I gave it to him, like he asked.
I don't know if it was enough, but that may be me second guessing myself, so what can I say?
Then at the end of the interview, he told me that once we hung up, he was going to call my manager, Boss, and HR. He warned me that I should tell him then, if there was anything 'bad' in my file. I said, no. He asked if I was sure. Gee, he must really think highly of me when I give him an answer, I said, yes. There is nothing bad in my file. Hopefully, shoot, now I'm nervous.
All in all at the end, if it was a face to face interview with him, I would have shriveled to a grape, in front of him.
I left not thinking 100% like I got a second interview or even am still being considered. But, then again, I've left plenty other first and second interviews where I thought it was in the bag, and nothing came out of them.
After speaking to him, he got me all fired up about the job. I think it would be such a cool defeat, to start up a new department with my company. I'd be a pioneer and set standards.
He told me that if I work with him, it will be me, who heads up the marketing initiatives and media relations aspect of the department.
Plus, ooh, best part ever: I'd get to travel to L.A. and N.Y.C, all the time.
Wait, ALL. THE. TIME.
Hee hee.
I also may have the option of working from home. Which, before seemed like the best thing ever. But, I think I like getting up each day, getting dressed, and having an office to come to. Seriously, if I worked from home: it'd be all about "Starting Over", "Perfect Proposal", "Wedding Story", and "Oprah". Plus, I'd find someone to have 2 hour lunches with everyday. yeah, work would not get done, at all. It is nice to know that I have the option, to stay home, when I don't feel like coming into the office.
That's it.
Per usual, I'll let y'all know next week, the outcome.
Since the position will be brand new, in a brand new department; there was not much to research on it. Our company is starting up a new department to solely focus on the Sports and Entertainment industry. The interviewer is heading up the department as it's V.P.. There are 5 new positions opening, underneath him, to join the new department.
The only studying, I did was on the industry itself, the hiring manager, and the job duties as listed on the job posting.
The interviewer started by asking me questions about my day, most of them about the luncheon I just left. He asked me specific questions, such as: "How many wristbands have they sold?"; "Where are they taking it next?"; and "What is Lance doing, now?"
Gee. OK.
Let the real interview begin. This man was so excited about the new department he is helming, that all his questions were shot off like rapid fire to me. Some were rhetorical and some he wanted me to answer, right away. Being a phone interview, it was hard to decipher which was which, so I answered all his questions.
Then, he'd reply: "NO. That's not for you to answer. Let's continue."
OK.
Then, he'd ask me a round of situational questions. Since the department doesn't exist, yet and since, the position is brand new to the company, it was very difficult for me to give him an answer that I thought he may be looking for.
It was at this midpoint, an hour already into the interview, that he stopped me and said this---remember, he has a very scary voice:
"Golightly, I'm going to stop this right now and I'm going to tell you something. Boss (my V.P.ed boss) is my best friend; he was in my wedding and I was in his. I highly value his opinion. I'd let him lead me blindly across a desert"
Oh, no...because I for sure wouldn't, but that's just me...
"Boss gave you a very glowing recommendation"
Oh, what?!? Whoa, it meant something, really it did. OK, so maybe Boss can lead me one eye shut across a desert...
"He spoke very highly of you and you need to know this because as of right now, I need for you to stop second guessing yourself with your answers"
Uh, uhm, eh...
"I can tell that your gut answers are the right answers; you need to go with that. OK? OK, now let's continue and just give it to me"
uhm, hmm, oohkay...
I gave it to him, like he asked.
I don't know if it was enough, but that may be me second guessing myself, so what can I say?
Then at the end of the interview, he told me that once we hung up, he was going to call my manager, Boss, and HR. He warned me that I should tell him then, if there was anything 'bad' in my file. I said, no. He asked if I was sure. Gee, he must really think highly of me when I give him an answer, I said, yes. There is nothing bad in my file. Hopefully, shoot, now I'm nervous.
All in all at the end, if it was a face to face interview with him, I would have shriveled to a grape, in front of him.
I left not thinking 100% like I got a second interview or even am still being considered. But, then again, I've left plenty other first and second interviews where I thought it was in the bag, and nothing came out of them.
After speaking to him, he got me all fired up about the job. I think it would be such a cool defeat, to start up a new department with my company. I'd be a pioneer and set standards.
He told me that if I work with him, it will be me, who heads up the marketing initiatives and media relations aspect of the department.
Plus, ooh, best part ever: I'd get to travel to L.A. and N.Y.C, all the time.
Wait, ALL. THE. TIME.
Hee hee.
I also may have the option of working from home. Which, before seemed like the best thing ever. But, I think I like getting up each day, getting dressed, and having an office to come to. Seriously, if I worked from home: it'd be all about "Starting Over", "Perfect Proposal", "Wedding Story", and "Oprah". Plus, I'd find someone to have 2 hour lunches with everyday. yeah, work would not get done, at all. It is nice to know that I have the option, to stay home, when I don't feel like coming into the office.
That's it.
Per usual, I'll let y'all know next week, the outcome.
Thursday, August 11
The Dealio, Part 1
Whew. What a whirlwind of a day. Let me tell you, I've never felt so busy or out of place, and the promotion is not in effect, yet but still I feel like there are 100 items in my in-box tray being ignored.
Today, I went to a PRSA luncheon. That's Public Relations Society of America. We (as in my company) sponsored the speaker. Which meant that I needed to go pick up the speaker and supply her with all her needs. Me.
The speaker works for the Lance Armstrong Foundation.
Let's now, say that I don't own a livestrong bracelet. I'm not pro-cancer as some yellow bracelet wearers would say, I just cannot work yellow into my outfit everyday. I am very charitable, Susan G. gets my volunteer hours and money, plenty. So, much in fact they should be paying me and hire me, full time, for all the media relations I've done for them. Oh, but that's something else.
Since, the LAF is so widely popular and us, PR peeps are so interested in how she survived the popularity of the bracelets and Oprah. If I know you personally, ask me to tell you that story, it is GOOD. and you know how much I dislike that Oprah, so it is very, very, very, delicious! hee hee.
Her speech lasted longer than it needed. An hour past what we normally end. Us, PR peeps, like to get in and out of these luncheons quick. It never failed, before, people would quietly gather their things and crouch exit the room, in the middle of some boring lame speech, given to us, by Texas Instruments. Seriously, we are PR, not IT.
No one left this one. Was it because Lance's mom was present and she was a freaking rock star? or was it because the speaker was really that good? I like to think its because we all hoped for more juice on Oprah or any other celebrities, she could dish out, I know I sure did.
I stayed because she was using my office's very expensive projector for her visual aids. I knew, that if I snuck out here and left that puppy, I would never hear the end of it.
Usually, I would not mind being away from the office for such a long period of time, but today, was also Thursday and do you know what that meant?
I had a phone interview at 2:00 pm and this woman kept on talking and talking and talking. People kept asking and asking and asking questions upon questions. Never have I seen a PRSA event so lively before and of course, of course it had to be this day of all days. I couldn't just get up and stop her presentation and take the projector, could I? I wanted to, though.
She stopped talking at 1:40.
I grabbed that projector (oh, it was so very hot, they get really hot when they've been on forever and an hour) and sped 90 MPH back to the office for my interview.
I plopped down at 1:59 (no joke) and dialed into the most scary interview, ever.
Today, I went to a PRSA luncheon. That's Public Relations Society of America. We (as in my company) sponsored the speaker. Which meant that I needed to go pick up the speaker and supply her with all her needs. Me.
The speaker works for the Lance Armstrong Foundation.
Let's now, say that I don't own a livestrong bracelet. I'm not pro-cancer as some yellow bracelet wearers would say, I just cannot work yellow into my outfit everyday. I am very charitable, Susan G. gets my volunteer hours and money, plenty. So, much in fact they should be paying me and hire me, full time, for all the media relations I've done for them. Oh, but that's something else.
Since, the LAF is so widely popular and us, PR peeps are so interested in how she survived the popularity of the bracelets and Oprah. If I know you personally, ask me to tell you that story, it is GOOD. and you know how much I dislike that Oprah, so it is very, very, very, delicious! hee hee.
Her speech lasted longer than it needed. An hour past what we normally end. Us, PR peeps, like to get in and out of these luncheons quick. It never failed, before, people would quietly gather their things and crouch exit the room, in the middle of some boring lame speech, given to us, by Texas Instruments. Seriously, we are PR, not IT.
No one left this one. Was it because Lance's mom was present and she was a freaking rock star? or was it because the speaker was really that good? I like to think its because we all hoped for more juice on Oprah or any other celebrities, she could dish out, I know I sure did.
I stayed because she was using my office's very expensive projector for her visual aids. I knew, that if I snuck out here and left that puppy, I would never hear the end of it.
Usually, I would not mind being away from the office for such a long period of time, but today, was also Thursday and do you know what that meant?
I had a phone interview at 2:00 pm and this woman kept on talking and talking and talking. People kept asking and asking and asking questions upon questions. Never have I seen a PRSA event so lively before and of course, of course it had to be this day of all days. I couldn't just get up and stop her presentation and take the projector, could I? I wanted to, though.
She stopped talking at 1:40.
I grabbed that projector (oh, it was so very hot, they get really hot when they've been on forever and an hour) and sped 90 MPH back to the office for my interview.
I plopped down at 1:59 (no joke) and dialed into the most scary interview, ever.
Why?
My friend E, would like to know why I'm so hung up on Groomsman? Especially since I seem to be dating other people and he and I were only an item for about 3 weeks. Ha ha.
Maybe y'all need an update because I don't want to look like I'm calling the kettle black or I'm one of those girls who wants it all.
What other people?
Incredible, ha, nope. Turns out he is way better as a friend, than a boyfriend.
David, hee hee, we found out he smokes pot. I just say no. Can we add that he has a son and he smokes pot?!? Double-no.
Yes, I am hung up on Groomsman. Yes, it hurts that he is now hanging with my friend, the Neighbor. Now, she has no problem with it? Honestly, it sickens me, I won't be able to sleep over it.
Y'all were there: I put myself out there and went after him. Do you know, how much courage that was? I was vulnerable, cold, ashamed, lying broken on the floor (oh, ha ha ha, I just had to add some Natalie in there)
There, plain and simple.
Look at me now. Just look at me.
Lied to and used like some cheap easy date. Which, is so not me.
Maybe y'all need an update because I don't want to look like I'm calling the kettle black or I'm one of those girls who wants it all.
What other people?
Incredible, ha, nope. Turns out he is way better as a friend, than a boyfriend.
David, hee hee, we found out he smokes pot. I just say no. Can we add that he has a son and he smokes pot?!? Double-no.
Yes, I am hung up on Groomsman. Yes, it hurts that he is now hanging with my friend, the Neighbor. Now, she has no problem with it? Honestly, it sickens me, I won't be able to sleep over it.
Y'all were there: I put myself out there and went after him. Do you know, how much courage that was? I was vulnerable, cold, ashamed, lying broken on the floor (oh, ha ha ha, I just had to add some Natalie in there)
There, plain and simple.
Look at me now. Just look at me.
Lied to and used like some cheap easy date. Which, is so not me.
Wednesday, August 10
Too Short
Hi, I'm Golightly and I'm a tall-a-holic.
What does that mean, you ask?
I'm addicted to my own height. I used to be the tallest person in class. 5th grade class. My family used to joke how I'd turn out to be a great basketball player. When I was ten. Somewhere between middle school and high school, I stopped growing.
I don't dare volunteer my height to anyone.
See my driver's license? Yeah, most people lie about weight and age (I used to do that, too) but shoot, it says, I'm 5'6" and I let it be.
I wear heels. The higher, the better. Not just your plain jane heel wearer. I'm talking 3 or 4 inch heels in the middle of the day, at work, in jeans, dressed down, and even while wearing hot pants at the pool party.
All. The. Time.
Especially, if I see you only once and awhile. Because I'm not as tall as you think I am and would be ashamed to let you in on the truth.
I even argue out my 'lie'. Yes, you may be 5' 11"; so how is it that I am way down here and arguing with you that I am 5'6"? Just agree with me and tell everyone I'm delusional. I don't care.
It happens all the time. Each time, I forego the heels and show up to work in, gasp, flats, I get at least one person to ask me the question.
How short are you?
Holy F!
Yes, I'm short. Very short. I'm not the coveted 5'8", I wish I were. See, I could say I am 5'8", but that's not realistic. Either is 5'6", but I feel that I can argue it better than 5'8".
People for some reason think I'm way taller than what I am, even though they can plainly see that I wear heels all the time.
Why so shocked when the heels take a day off?
Is shortness a bad thing? Not really, but people act so shocked when they see me in my true height.
True, I'm not eye-to-eye with certain people. Shoot, I'm not a Oompa Lumpa either. Or, am I? How tall are those fuckers?
My point being, instead of stopping dead in their tracks to ask how short I am, why can't they just say something else? Like, the common, "you look tired today"; which we all know, in this office land, that's a way of saying you look like shit and its not Monday and goodness knows we all know it's not that busy of a day around here, so couldn't you at least have put some mascara on today?
F them.
What does that mean, you ask?
I'm addicted to my own height. I used to be the tallest person in class. 5th grade class. My family used to joke how I'd turn out to be a great basketball player. When I was ten. Somewhere between middle school and high school, I stopped growing.
I don't dare volunteer my height to anyone.
See my driver's license? Yeah, most people lie about weight and age (I used to do that, too) but shoot, it says, I'm 5'6" and I let it be.
I wear heels. The higher, the better. Not just your plain jane heel wearer. I'm talking 3 or 4 inch heels in the middle of the day, at work, in jeans, dressed down, and even while wearing hot pants at the pool party.
All. The. Time.
Especially, if I see you only once and awhile. Because I'm not as tall as you think I am and would be ashamed to let you in on the truth.
I even argue out my 'lie'. Yes, you may be 5' 11"; so how is it that I am way down here and arguing with you that I am 5'6"? Just agree with me and tell everyone I'm delusional. I don't care.
It happens all the time. Each time, I forego the heels and show up to work in, gasp, flats, I get at least one person to ask me the question.
How short are you?
Holy F!
Yes, I'm short. Very short. I'm not the coveted 5'8", I wish I were. See, I could say I am 5'8", but that's not realistic. Either is 5'6", but I feel that I can argue it better than 5'8".
People for some reason think I'm way taller than what I am, even though they can plainly see that I wear heels all the time.
Why so shocked when the heels take a day off?
Is shortness a bad thing? Not really, but people act so shocked when they see me in my true height.
True, I'm not eye-to-eye with certain people. Shoot, I'm not a Oompa Lumpa either. Or, am I? How tall are those fuckers?
My point being, instead of stopping dead in their tracks to ask how short I am, why can't they just say something else? Like, the common, "you look tired today"; which we all know, in this office land, that's a way of saying you look like shit and its not Monday and goodness knows we all know it's not that busy of a day around here, so couldn't you at least have put some mascara on today?
F them.
Ugh
and this is where we make it interactive:
Here is the deal, Neighbor met Groomsman to watch the Red Sox game. There was another person, male, there. She took Groomsman home afterwards, cause you know how he doesn't drive. It was platonic, she called me as soon as she dropped him off.
Then, yesterday I find out Groomsman is a liar. Plain and simple. Not that we didn't already know that, but now its just.
I told Neighbor that I was uncomfortable with the situation and would not like for her to be friends with him. Was that too much to ask? I don't know, nobody has ever asked me not to be friends with someone before.
Neighbor replied with this:
I'm trying my hardest to stay far out of this. I appreciate the warning and honesty. Both of you are coming out of something and its a venerable time. I know it completely sucks that the sox series was this week but I wonder how you would react if he called me in month from now to hang out.
So for now I'm just treading water. I don't like to turn away friends b/c there is a lack of good ones in this world. I give everyone a chance but I like to think I have a good head on my shoulders and can pass sensible judgment when the time comes.
Now, I know I cannot expect her to just follow my warning and stay away from him. Part of me is seriously hurt. Why?
If my friend just broke up with someone and her ex-beau called to just hang out with me. I'm not going to do it. Plain and simple.
Am I over-reacting?
Thoughts...PLEASE?
Here is the deal, Neighbor met Groomsman to watch the Red Sox game. There was another person, male, there. She took Groomsman home afterwards, cause you know how he doesn't drive. It was platonic, she called me as soon as she dropped him off.
Then, yesterday I find out Groomsman is a liar. Plain and simple. Not that we didn't already know that, but now its just.
I told Neighbor that I was uncomfortable with the situation and would not like for her to be friends with him. Was that too much to ask? I don't know, nobody has ever asked me not to be friends with someone before.
Neighbor replied with this:
I'm trying my hardest to stay far out of this. I appreciate the warning and honesty. Both of you are coming out of something and its a venerable time. I know it completely sucks that the sox series was this week but I wonder how you would react if he called me in month from now to hang out.
So for now I'm just treading water. I don't like to turn away friends b/c there is a lack of good ones in this world. I give everyone a chance but I like to think I have a good head on my shoulders and can pass sensible judgment when the time comes.
Now, I know I cannot expect her to just follow my warning and stay away from him. Part of me is seriously hurt. Why?
If my friend just broke up with someone and her ex-beau called to just hang out with me. I'm not going to do it. Plain and simple.
Am I over-reacting?
Thoughts...PLEASE?
Tuesday, August 9
Pants on Fire
Okay, no more Groomsman. He is over and out.
He had a pool party on Saturday and I took my neighbor, the one who doesn't live below me. She is a huge Red Sox fan, she was born and raised in Boston. Guys love her for this. She knows a lot of baseball history/trivia---do not try to out-Sox her. That's my warning. We're at the party and everything is chill. Until, Groomsman decides to flat out lie to her on some very petty stuff--whoa--Groomsman lying!?
This starts to turn my wheels, a lot.
See, there has been some heavy drama in the friendship circle and my suspicions of his role in the drama were already questioning him and his involvement.
This outright lie that he was saying, got me thinking harder about it.
Back to party. Neighbor gave Groomsman her number, for baseball reasons. I don't like baseball--whoa, that doesn't make me less American, I just never got into it. It was okay that they were switching numbers.
We leave party, it had started to rain and continue to a high end optical shop. There were cupcakes. And there was Chandon. We were the only two at the shop. Do the math.
It's amazing how your drunk mind is so much smarter than your sober mind (sometimes).
I was putting 2 and 2 together like some Math genius. Conclusion: Groomsman had to go. Not for getting Neighbor's number, no way.
But for his involvement in the friendship circle drama.
So, still a wee bit drunk, but oh so much clearer now, I go meet Groomsman for dinner. I'm an eater, sober, drunk I am a pig. I ate everything on my plate and waited till we were back at his place to break up whatever we were doing.
I made my point very clear. He nodded along. I re-made my point, even clearer. He nodded.
OHKAY.
My point should have made him mad. It didn't. Which justified my crystal clear, Chandon, conclusions, even further.
From the get go, I had a small feeling that friendship circle drama had a wee bit to do with him more than I wanted to think it did. But, you can't just go around and start accusing people based on your 'small feelings'.
His apathetic stance on the situation proved my point for me, and therefore also took a lot of questionable guilt off my shoulders.
Done. Finito.
Then I spoke to him on Sunday:
Groomsman: Can you hook me up with Neighbor?
Golightly:
Groomsman: What?
Golightly:
Groomsman: Hello?
Since, I had just come back from a brunch with Neighbor, where there was more champagne drinking, my mind was crystal clear, again.
Golightly: Are you serious?
Groomsman: Yes. What?
Golightly: You are serious?
Groomsman: Yeah, she is a cool girl.
Golightly: You can't be serious!
Let me tell you how, he pulled this same crap some months ago. After I broke things off with him the first time; he point blank asked me for Toxic's number. What. The? Maybe, I should have learned my lesson, then??
Golightly: This is so wrong of you to ask me. I'm not going to do it.
Groomsman: Why, not?
Golightly: because you and I dated.
Did I really need to explain this?
End of story, so I thought.
Last night, just as I got home, Neighbor called me. She wanted to inform me that Groomsman called her and asked her out, to watch the Red Sox game with him. WHAT?!?
Then, he tells her:
Golightly said that we should start dating.
Dead serious, he told her that.
Yes, I'm pissed. Not because of that, (even though, come on!!) but because now, I have the strongest clearest feeling that all the friendship circle drama that happened has every bit to do with him.
Friendships have been ended and questioned during this drama, I didn't know what to think and who to believe, people still need to be called out for things said.
There it was I believed him when he told me lies and here he is, still lying and trying to hook up with my friend?
Men are, do I have to say it? Scum.
He had a pool party on Saturday and I took my neighbor, the one who doesn't live below me. She is a huge Red Sox fan, she was born and raised in Boston. Guys love her for this. She knows a lot of baseball history/trivia---do not try to out-Sox her. That's my warning. We're at the party and everything is chill. Until, Groomsman decides to flat out lie to her on some very petty stuff--whoa--Groomsman lying!?
This starts to turn my wheels, a lot.
See, there has been some heavy drama in the friendship circle and my suspicions of his role in the drama were already questioning him and his involvement.
This outright lie that he was saying, got me thinking harder about it.
Back to party. Neighbor gave Groomsman her number, for baseball reasons. I don't like baseball--whoa, that doesn't make me less American, I just never got into it. It was okay that they were switching numbers.
We leave party, it had started to rain and continue to a high end optical shop. There were cupcakes. And there was Chandon. We were the only two at the shop. Do the math.
It's amazing how your drunk mind is so much smarter than your sober mind (sometimes).
I was putting 2 and 2 together like some Math genius. Conclusion: Groomsman had to go. Not for getting Neighbor's number, no way.
But for his involvement in the friendship circle drama.
So, still a wee bit drunk, but oh so much clearer now, I go meet Groomsman for dinner. I'm an eater, sober, drunk I am a pig. I ate everything on my plate and waited till we were back at his place to break up whatever we were doing.
I made my point very clear. He nodded along. I re-made my point, even clearer. He nodded.
OHKAY.
My point should have made him mad. It didn't. Which justified my crystal clear, Chandon, conclusions, even further.
From the get go, I had a small feeling that friendship circle drama had a wee bit to do with him more than I wanted to think it did. But, you can't just go around and start accusing people based on your 'small feelings'.
His apathetic stance on the situation proved my point for me, and therefore also took a lot of questionable guilt off my shoulders.
Done. Finito.
Then I spoke to him on Sunday:
Groomsman: Can you hook me up with Neighbor?
Golightly:
Groomsman: What?
Golightly:
Groomsman: Hello?
Since, I had just come back from a brunch with Neighbor, where there was more champagne drinking, my mind was crystal clear, again.
Golightly: Are you serious?
Groomsman: Yes. What?
Golightly: You are serious?
Groomsman: Yeah, she is a cool girl.
Golightly: You can't be serious!
Let me tell you how, he pulled this same crap some months ago. After I broke things off with him the first time; he point blank asked me for Toxic's number. What. The? Maybe, I should have learned my lesson, then??
Golightly: This is so wrong of you to ask me. I'm not going to do it.
Groomsman: Why, not?
Golightly: because you and I dated.
Did I really need to explain this?
End of story, so I thought.
Last night, just as I got home, Neighbor called me. She wanted to inform me that Groomsman called her and asked her out, to watch the Red Sox game with him. WHAT?!?
Then, he tells her:
Golightly said that we should start dating.
Dead serious, he told her that.
Yes, I'm pissed. Not because of that, (even though, come on!!) but because now, I have the strongest clearest feeling that all the friendship circle drama that happened has every bit to do with him.
Friendships have been ended and questioned during this drama, I didn't know what to think and who to believe, people still need to be called out for things said.
There it was I believed him when he told me lies and here he is, still lying and trying to hook up with my friend?
Men are, do I have to say it? Scum.
Monday, August 8
It Meant Something...
WOW! Guess all I had to do was write about my wonderful relationship with my V.P.-ed Boss and something would come out of it.
I got a promotion, a raise, and an interview all in twenty minutes.
What!?!?
Uh-huh! The promotion and interview are not one in the same:
The promotion is now, I am a senior level in my position and with that, comes more money---yeehaw! It won't be official until the 15th. I don't think Back-typer will be too happy with this news. He's been here 3 years more than me and has never been recognized, promoted, or beckoned (yelled at) for his creative ideas...what does that tell you? Maybe he should stop typing, hm?
The interview is for a completely different position in a different department.
It is, once again, Media Relational work buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut this department is brand spanking new in the company and is centered around one of my favorite topics: Entertainment!!
The hiring manager and I spoke a bit on the telephone last week and he said that I had some very good questions. He liked my ideas (all the V.P.s just love my ideas. I think that they should just promote me to VP-ness) and enthusiasm for the new department.
Not even ten minutes after I was promoted, I get the email from the hiring manager for a phone interview this Thursday.
Phone interview?
Oh, yeah , the job may or may not be located in Dallas...
I'd tell you more, but I'm going to keep it on the down-low until after the interview as not to jinx myself. I promise to give the whole scoopage out on Thursday.
Wish me, luck. Again.
I got a promotion, a raise, and an interview all in twenty minutes.
What!?!?
Uh-huh! The promotion and interview are not one in the same:
The promotion is now, I am a senior level in my position and with that, comes more money---yeehaw! It won't be official until the 15th. I don't think Back-typer will be too happy with this news. He's been here 3 years more than me and has never been recognized, promoted, or beckoned (yelled at) for his creative ideas...what does that tell you? Maybe he should stop typing, hm?
The interview is for a completely different position in a different department.
It is, once again, Media Relational work buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut this department is brand spanking new in the company and is centered around one of my favorite topics: Entertainment!!
The hiring manager and I spoke a bit on the telephone last week and he said that I had some very good questions. He liked my ideas (all the V.P.s just love my ideas. I think that they should just promote me to VP-ness) and enthusiasm for the new department.
Not even ten minutes after I was promoted, I get the email from the hiring manager for a phone interview this Thursday.
Phone interview?
Oh, yeah , the job may or may not be located in Dallas...
I'd tell you more, but I'm going to keep it on the down-low until after the interview as not to jinx myself. I promise to give the whole scoopage out on Thursday.
Wish me, luck. Again.
Friday, August 5
Pie?
I made pizza from scratch: dough and sauce, for the very first time. Now, I just love the smell of dough in the kitchen. Is there a candle with that scent, somewhere?
Dough:
1/2 cup warm water
1 package of active yeast
3 1/2 cups of flour
1/2 teaspoon of salt
Combine yeast with the water, mix well and let sit for 5 minutes. Add the flour and salt. Mix until all is incorporated and dough forms. Place dough on a floured surface and form into a ball. Place ball of dough in a slightly oiled bowl; cover with a clean cloth, and place in a warm spot, for one hour. I put mine in the coat closet. Punch down dough re-work into a ball and place back in bowl until rises again. Refridgerate until needed.
Sauce:
20 ounce can of tomatoes
3 tablespoons of olive oil
1 teaspoon of basil
1 teaspoon of oregano
salt and pepper to taste
In a skillet, heat oil. Add tomatoes, while crushing with your hands. Over low medium heat; simmer tomatoes. Gradually crushing with spoon and adding in spices. Do this for an hour. It works out well, since the dough is rising for an hour as well.
Topping:
It's pizza, you can do anything for a topping. I did, oh how I cheated and bought the KRAFT Pizza cheese combination package. Also, added Parmesan cheese and thick squares of bacon.
Rolled out the dough onto a cookie sheet (I don't have a pizza pan). Spread sauce on top; add your toppings.
Bake at 450 degrees for about 15 minutes.
Voila, pizza for everybody! Or one, or two--whichever.
Dough:
1/2 cup warm water
1 package of active yeast
3 1/2 cups of flour
1/2 teaspoon of salt
Combine yeast with the water, mix well and let sit for 5 minutes. Add the flour and salt. Mix until all is incorporated and dough forms. Place dough on a floured surface and form into a ball. Place ball of dough in a slightly oiled bowl; cover with a clean cloth, and place in a warm spot, for one hour. I put mine in the coat closet. Punch down dough re-work into a ball and place back in bowl until rises again. Refridgerate until needed.
Sauce:
20 ounce can of tomatoes
3 tablespoons of olive oil
1 teaspoon of basil
1 teaspoon of oregano
salt and pepper to taste
In a skillet, heat oil. Add tomatoes, while crushing with your hands. Over low medium heat; simmer tomatoes. Gradually crushing with spoon and adding in spices. Do this for an hour. It works out well, since the dough is rising for an hour as well.
Topping:
It's pizza, you can do anything for a topping. I did, oh how I cheated and bought the KRAFT Pizza cheese combination package. Also, added Parmesan cheese and thick squares of bacon.
Rolled out the dough onto a cookie sheet (I don't have a pizza pan). Spread sauce on top; add your toppings.
Bake at 450 degrees for about 15 minutes.
Voila, pizza for everybody! Or one, or two--whichever.
Wednesday, August 3
Say My Name, Say My Name
Let's discuss my boss for a minute.
Not my immediate, report to, boss--she's cool. The one that she reports to, and the one that ultimately is my boss before we get to the CEO's and CFO's of the company.
He's at that level, of VP-ness, but his title changes all the time. All. The. Time. and I hate that because he is so the type that if you mess up on his title or give the wrong title out to someone else who is trying to contact him, he gets really mad.
There is an easy solution to that problem, but, hey, that's not what we are going to discuss, today.
My office is laid out like a circle. In the middle of the circle, at the nucleus, is this boss's office. I sit at the top half of the circle. The door to his office is at the bottom half. Two sides of his office are glass walls; the bottom half and one side--so being at the top of the circle, I cannot see into his office. Sitting at the top side, I sit the closest to him because his desk is at the toppest (oh my, is that a word?) part of the circle.
Confused?
Sorry, you may have to stop what your doing and draw a diagram. We'll wait for you...
He has a booming voice, I can hear every phone call he is on, if I'm not typing and therefore, Back-typer is not typing. So, when he is pissed, I can definitely hear anything and everything. Let's just say that I knew some lay offs were happening, way before the ax came down.
Here is the funny part; he knows I can hear everything.
Let's say, something really goes down and he lets someone have it--and it happens a lot; he is in charge of 15 offices. Someone messes up something, at least once a day. We're a news business, its bound to happen.
After each call, sometimes, he'll knock on his wall and yell; "Heard that, Golightly?". Uh, yeah, I did, but I don't reply to his 'knock', ever. I sometimes, think it would be funny to knock back, twice and say; "Yes, Boss. Loud and clear."
But since he is of V.P.-ness, I keep my trap shut because you never know if that day is the day, he is not taking any jokes. You know, what I mean.
It has it's ups and downs. Ups being, that I know when we are getting a catered lunch before anyone and why--that also means that I will be ordering the catered lunch. Ugh. It also means that I know when he is in a bad mood, so I know when to stay out his way. When his door his closed, or when the other V.P.s are in town huddled in his office; I get about 10 emails asking what I can hear.
Yes. Everyone knows that I sit at the prime, eavesdropping desk.
I never reply to them because I think, that since he knows I can hear, I probably share and he most likely monitors my email. I don't know for sure, but you know, what I mean.
Let's talk about why I really hate this desk. You may want to pull out the diagram, you drew just a few moments, ago.
I'm the creative projects person, here in the office. I take care of all the fun stuff that goes down and anything that we do for clients, that is off-the wall. For example: we did a country themed regional meeting a month back. I was at the helm of getting it together and making goodie bags, you know that sort of thing.
Let's just say that when anyone needs an idea on how to make anything "cute", "funny" and/ or "original"; they come to me.
Boss likes to write cute, funny, original emails all the time to deliver a very, very, serious message. When I say, all the time, I mean: ALL. THE. TIME.
Each time, he calls out for me.
Whoa, let me tell you how it is 2005 in this office and we have phones, where you can dial someone's extension and it goes straight to that person. Or how we have something, called, e-mail. Better, yet, we have an intercom system on those phones. Or as you can remember; he can just say my name and I'll hear him or he can just, I don't know...knock?
Remember, I have to walk around half the circle to get inside his office.
And, I better do this quickly because lucky me, he also has minor A.D.D. and if he forgets why he was calling for me or an idea escapes his head while I am walking to him---it's not fun and games, while I sit there and he tries to remember where he was going with something.
Plus, since he is all V.P.ed; when he says "jump"; you'd better get over to him ASAP.
So, Boss decides to call out for me. Since his voice is booming; it sounds like a yell, to anyone else. Hence, causing office rumors that I may be in trouble and emails from people I don't even say 'hi' to on a regular basis, "ooh, what happened?"
If his door is closed, he decides to YELL out my name, causing people to jump, especially me. Especially, when I am reading someone's blog in the tiniest window allowed, so that people are not suspicious of what I am not working on, on my computer screen. You know, what I mean.
And can we add, there are other people that sit closer to the opening of his office. People, that can see him, and he can see them, out the glass walls. People that sit directly in front of him and face him; so that if, this made any sense, he could just quietly wave to that person and they could summon up whatever he wanted. It'd be a quieter system that's for sure.
But, I'm grateful, I'm the chosen one. It must mean something. That something, didn't come in the way of, oh, a Media Relations position. Hey, I'm sure, it means something, somewhere, down the line.
Now, we all have been lucky enough, that each time, I have been at my desk, when he calls for me. Until. Today. (And his door was closed.)
I was making one of those trips to the hotel. Our office is located in a hotel. It's weird, I'd explain, but you already are confused with our circle office and your diagram. There are days, since I am down with the hotel staff, that I take the long route to the bathroom and stop and chill with the reservation desk. You never know when someone important may be a guest. I'm down with them because I want to be on that list, when Destiny's Child is shacked up in the penthouse suite.
I'm out the office, for let's say, fifteen minutes.
When I come back, people have that look on their faces like, I stole the last cookie in the jar and forgot to make more. Oh, how I could regale y'all with so many office stories; we'd be entertained for hours.
I sit down. There are 8 emails waiting for me. None from the Boss; all from scared co-workers.
"Where were you?", "He keeps yelling out for you", "I think you are in some serious trouble...", and my favorite; "Did you get caned or something?"---ha ha, that's exactly how they spelled it, I know they meant canned, but with Boss, I feel like it could be caned, each time he calls out, my name.
I walked the half of the circle, knocked on his door. "Hi, Boss. What's up?" I quivered....
"Oh, hey, Golightly. Yeah, you know, I'm looking for another way to say, dangerous, without saying 'dangerous'. What's another word for that?"
OH. MY. GOD.
I work in an office, with 25 editors. 25 editors. I am not an editor.
I work in an office with at least 10 dictionaries, and I know of 2 thesaurus'.
We have Microsoft Word and last I checked the SHIFT, F7 key still worked.
I'm not his secretary, but, hey, I should be flattered because hopefully one day, it will mean something.
One day.
Not my immediate, report to, boss--she's cool. The one that she reports to, and the one that ultimately is my boss before we get to the CEO's and CFO's of the company.
He's at that level, of VP-ness, but his title changes all the time. All. The. Time. and I hate that because he is so the type that if you mess up on his title or give the wrong title out to someone else who is trying to contact him, he gets really mad.
There is an easy solution to that problem, but, hey, that's not what we are going to discuss, today.
My office is laid out like a circle. In the middle of the circle, at the nucleus, is this boss's office. I sit at the top half of the circle. The door to his office is at the bottom half. Two sides of his office are glass walls; the bottom half and one side--so being at the top of the circle, I cannot see into his office. Sitting at the top side, I sit the closest to him because his desk is at the toppest (oh my, is that a word?) part of the circle.
Confused?
Sorry, you may have to stop what your doing and draw a diagram. We'll wait for you...
He has a booming voice, I can hear every phone call he is on, if I'm not typing and therefore, Back-typer is not typing. So, when he is pissed, I can definitely hear anything and everything. Let's just say that I knew some lay offs were happening, way before the ax came down.
Here is the funny part; he knows I can hear everything.
Let's say, something really goes down and he lets someone have it--and it happens a lot; he is in charge of 15 offices. Someone messes up something, at least once a day. We're a news business, its bound to happen.
After each call, sometimes, he'll knock on his wall and yell; "Heard that, Golightly?". Uh, yeah, I did, but I don't reply to his 'knock', ever. I sometimes, think it would be funny to knock back, twice and say; "Yes, Boss. Loud and clear."
But since he is of V.P.-ness, I keep my trap shut because you never know if that day is the day, he is not taking any jokes. You know, what I mean.
It has it's ups and downs. Ups being, that I know when we are getting a catered lunch before anyone and why--that also means that I will be ordering the catered lunch. Ugh. It also means that I know when he is in a bad mood, so I know when to stay out his way. When his door his closed, or when the other V.P.s are in town huddled in his office; I get about 10 emails asking what I can hear.
Yes. Everyone knows that I sit at the prime, eavesdropping desk.
I never reply to them because I think, that since he knows I can hear, I probably share and he most likely monitors my email. I don't know for sure, but you know, what I mean.
Let's talk about why I really hate this desk. You may want to pull out the diagram, you drew just a few moments, ago.
I'm the creative projects person, here in the office. I take care of all the fun stuff that goes down and anything that we do for clients, that is off-the wall. For example: we did a country themed regional meeting a month back. I was at the helm of getting it together and making goodie bags, you know that sort of thing.
Let's just say that when anyone needs an idea on how to make anything "cute", "funny" and/ or "original"; they come to me.
Boss likes to write cute, funny, original emails all the time to deliver a very, very, serious message. When I say, all the time, I mean: ALL. THE. TIME.
Each time, he calls out for me.
Whoa, let me tell you how it is 2005 in this office and we have phones, where you can dial someone's extension and it goes straight to that person. Or how we have something, called, e-mail. Better, yet, we have an intercom system on those phones. Or as you can remember; he can just say my name and I'll hear him or he can just, I don't know...knock?
Remember, I have to walk around half the circle to get inside his office.
And, I better do this quickly because lucky me, he also has minor A.D.D. and if he forgets why he was calling for me or an idea escapes his head while I am walking to him---it's not fun and games, while I sit there and he tries to remember where he was going with something.
Plus, since he is all V.P.ed; when he says "jump"; you'd better get over to him ASAP.
So, Boss decides to call out for me. Since his voice is booming; it sounds like a yell, to anyone else. Hence, causing office rumors that I may be in trouble and emails from people I don't even say 'hi' to on a regular basis, "ooh, what happened?"
If his door is closed, he decides to YELL out my name, causing people to jump, especially me. Especially, when I am reading someone's blog in the tiniest window allowed, so that people are not suspicious of what I am not working on, on my computer screen. You know, what I mean.
And can we add, there are other people that sit closer to the opening of his office. People, that can see him, and he can see them, out the glass walls. People that sit directly in front of him and face him; so that if, this made any sense, he could just quietly wave to that person and they could summon up whatever he wanted. It'd be a quieter system that's for sure.
But, I'm grateful, I'm the chosen one. It must mean something. That something, didn't come in the way of, oh, a Media Relations position. Hey, I'm sure, it means something, somewhere, down the line.
Now, we all have been lucky enough, that each time, I have been at my desk, when he calls for me. Until. Today. (And his door was closed.)
I was making one of those trips to the hotel. Our office is located in a hotel. It's weird, I'd explain, but you already are confused with our circle office and your diagram. There are days, since I am down with the hotel staff, that I take the long route to the bathroom and stop and chill with the reservation desk. You never know when someone important may be a guest. I'm down with them because I want to be on that list, when Destiny's Child is shacked up in the penthouse suite.
I'm out the office, for let's say, fifteen minutes.
When I come back, people have that look on their faces like, I stole the last cookie in the jar and forgot to make more. Oh, how I could regale y'all with so many office stories; we'd be entertained for hours.
I sit down. There are 8 emails waiting for me. None from the Boss; all from scared co-workers.
"Where were you?", "He keeps yelling out for you", "I think you are in some serious trouble...", and my favorite; "Did you get caned or something?"---ha ha, that's exactly how they spelled it, I know they meant canned, but with Boss, I feel like it could be caned, each time he calls out, my name.
I walked the half of the circle, knocked on his door. "Hi, Boss. What's up?" I quivered....
"Oh, hey, Golightly. Yeah, you know, I'm looking for another way to say, dangerous, without saying 'dangerous'. What's another word for that?"
OH. MY. GOD.
I work in an office, with 25 editors. 25 editors. I am not an editor.
I work in an office with at least 10 dictionaries, and I know of 2 thesaurus'.
We have Microsoft Word and last I checked the SHIFT, F7 key still worked.
I'm not his secretary, but, hey, I should be flattered because hopefully one day, it will mean something.
One day.
Salad Time
Everything Grilled Salad:
Grilled flank steak
1 package of spinach; I'd say it was about 1.5 bunches.
1-2 tomatoes, halved--grilled
1 onion, thickly sliced--grilled
1-2 carrots, thickly sliced--grilled
Dressing:
2 tablespoons red vinegar
2 tablespoons olive oil**
1 tablespoon lime juice
2 teaspoons pepper
Whisk together.
In a bowl, coat spinach with the dressing. Arrange spinach on plates and top with grilled salad items. Then top w/ grilled steak.
I added one of those small snack cans of mandarin oranges to my plate because lately, I am totally digging the sweet with a salad.
**The recipe, I adapted this from, said extra virgin olive oil, as do most recipes. I will tell you this now, I hate extra virgin olive oil; I live for and love the taste of pure 100% olive oil. Some, think that is weird and disgusting. Oh, well. I love the taste with everything. Everything.
Grilled flank steak
1 package of spinach; I'd say it was about 1.5 bunches.
1-2 tomatoes, halved--grilled
1 onion, thickly sliced--grilled
1-2 carrots, thickly sliced--grilled
Dressing:
2 tablespoons red vinegar
2 tablespoons olive oil**
1 tablespoon lime juice
2 teaspoons pepper
Whisk together.
In a bowl, coat spinach with the dressing. Arrange spinach on plates and top with grilled salad items. Then top w/ grilled steak.
I added one of those small snack cans of mandarin oranges to my plate because lately, I am totally digging the sweet with a salad.
**The recipe, I adapted this from, said extra virgin olive oil, as do most recipes. I will tell you this now, I hate extra virgin olive oil; I live for and love the taste of pure 100% olive oil. Some, think that is weird and disgusting. Oh, well. I love the taste with everything. Everything.
Sometimes...
If you asked me, if you should accept a date an hour before the date; I would have said 'no'. That's out the window.
Last night I got a call from a guy I had soon forgotten about; much less totally forgot that he had my phone number. His name is David (oh and that's so his real name b/c I don't think this will go that far. You'll soon see why)
On the flight back to Dallas from San Francisco; I was on the phone with Bev. This was before take-off. I was chatting away with her, while others were boarding. I was also getting some mean looks for it, too. I don't know if I was cussing a lot or if we were discussing sex?!?!
As people passed my seat; they'd check the numbers to see if they were lucky to sit next to me. From afar, I noticed a hottie (not scorching) in the line. As he approached my seat, he kept eyeing me and me, him. Once he was one seat away, I mouthed, "Are you sitting here?" nodding towards my vacant neighboring seat. He mouthed back; "No".
Shucks!
I kept talking to Bev until the no cell phone light beeped on. Does anyone remember those crappy plane phones, that hung in front of you? For an obscene price you could talk to people while in the air? Where did they go?
Somewhere over the dessert and in-between the most boring woman speaking to me, I got a tap on my shoulder. It was David and he was sitting directly behind me. Whoo hoo!
OK--I've met someone on every flight I have been on. Someone being male. It's not hard for me. I seriously think airports are the hidden 'single scene' especially Love Field in Dallas. I think that has to do with young single men buying budget travel and flying Southwest all the time OR young professionals flying intrastate for business. Oh, well.
Turned around for a good portion of the flight, I got to know a bit about David. He is 31, has a very good job, is pretty cute, and he seemed like a good prospect. The conversations went on and on; then we stumbled upon something, David has a son.
Been there, done that, next!
His son is four years old. Cute, I saw a picture. But it doesn't matter, Golightly doesn't do single parents.
Seriously, Ex-that found God, was a single parent. There were too many times, where my plans were shattered due to kid emergencies.
Yes, I'm selfish, I like to be top priority.
When it came time for David to ask me for my number, I gave it to him. Only because I thought, why not? One, I didn't see any romantic moves being made so I thought he wanted my number as a friends resource, that's all. With 3 weeks passing without a word from him, I thought I was right.
Last night he called me and said that he was in my neighborhood; which was odd because he lives not so far from me in an area, that I still consider my neighborhood. He asked if I ate dinner, yet. Knowing what the next question would be, if I answered no and just finishing up my own dinner: I said 'no'.
What? I'm an eater, I could do it twice. Word.
I gave him directions, which he didn't need because he was literally two blocks away, ending a happy hour at a bar. That information told me that he was not ready to go home empty handed and was looking for a hook up. Uhm hmm.
I still agreed to go out with him.
Just as creative as I am in picking a place to eat dinner, we went right back to the bar,from which he came. They have really good food there, too. Plus, it's close enough to walk (which I think is so cute on a first date) and close enough for me to take my own self home, if needed.
As brave as I am, I quickly got the conversations to David Jr.* (that is not the son's name). I needed to know if there was any baby mama/ex-wife drama.
Get this, the mom was never his wife...eek!
Oh, but I kept listening: She was some woman he dated for less than a year and turned out she was super fertile because, yes, birth control was used and they were always super careful. Once she found out she was pregnant, she didn't want to abort it (not for religious reasons) and thought it could be 'her baby'. At this point, I'm liking the Mom.
Let me tell you, if I were to become pregnant at this age (which was her age, then); I don't think I would look to abort or adopt out, either. If the dad wanted or not. It would have to be a rape scenario, on my part, for me to consider that, at this age. Even then, who knows what I'd do. It's just how I feel.
He has a son and he has an ex-girlfriend, who is the mother and has moved on and is married to someone else (no children, yet for her and her husband. David worries about how that situation will play out, for David Jr., when that time comes).
He sees his son every Wednesday and Saturday and every other weekend the son stays with him overnight. The Mom and David broke up, shortly before she found out she was pregnant, and have remained friends since.
Does he want more kids? Yes. Does he love being a dad? Yes.
The rest of the 'date' went very well. We walked back to my apartments and I walked up, by myself. He seems like a gentleman.
There you have it, rules may have to fly out the window...
Last night I got a call from a guy I had soon forgotten about; much less totally forgot that he had my phone number. His name is David (oh and that's so his real name b/c I don't think this will go that far. You'll soon see why)
On the flight back to Dallas from San Francisco; I was on the phone with Bev. This was before take-off. I was chatting away with her, while others were boarding. I was also getting some mean looks for it, too. I don't know if I was cussing a lot or if we were discussing sex?!?!
As people passed my seat; they'd check the numbers to see if they were lucky to sit next to me. From afar, I noticed a hottie (not scorching) in the line. As he approached my seat, he kept eyeing me and me, him. Once he was one seat away, I mouthed, "Are you sitting here?" nodding towards my vacant neighboring seat. He mouthed back; "No".
Shucks!
I kept talking to Bev until the no cell phone light beeped on. Does anyone remember those crappy plane phones, that hung in front of you? For an obscene price you could talk to people while in the air? Where did they go?
Somewhere over the dessert and in-between the most boring woman speaking to me, I got a tap on my shoulder. It was David and he was sitting directly behind me. Whoo hoo!
OK--I've met someone on every flight I have been on. Someone being male. It's not hard for me. I seriously think airports are the hidden 'single scene' especially Love Field in Dallas. I think that has to do with young single men buying budget travel and flying Southwest all the time OR young professionals flying intrastate for business. Oh, well.
Turned around for a good portion of the flight, I got to know a bit about David. He is 31, has a very good job, is pretty cute, and he seemed like a good prospect. The conversations went on and on; then we stumbled upon something, David has a son.
Been there, done that, next!
His son is four years old. Cute, I saw a picture. But it doesn't matter, Golightly doesn't do single parents.
Seriously, Ex-that found God, was a single parent. There were too many times, where my plans were shattered due to kid emergencies.
Yes, I'm selfish, I like to be top priority.
When it came time for David to ask me for my number, I gave it to him. Only because I thought, why not? One, I didn't see any romantic moves being made so I thought he wanted my number as a friends resource, that's all. With 3 weeks passing without a word from him, I thought I was right.
Last night he called me and said that he was in my neighborhood; which was odd because he lives not so far from me in an area, that I still consider my neighborhood. He asked if I ate dinner, yet. Knowing what the next question would be, if I answered no and just finishing up my own dinner: I said 'no'.
What? I'm an eater, I could do it twice. Word.
I gave him directions, which he didn't need because he was literally two blocks away, ending a happy hour at a bar. That information told me that he was not ready to go home empty handed and was looking for a hook up. Uhm hmm.
I still agreed to go out with him.
Just as creative as I am in picking a place to eat dinner, we went right back to the bar,from which he came. They have really good food there, too. Plus, it's close enough to walk (which I think is so cute on a first date) and close enough for me to take my own self home, if needed.
As brave as I am, I quickly got the conversations to David Jr.* (that is not the son's name). I needed to know if there was any baby mama/ex-wife drama.
Get this, the mom was never his wife...eek!
Oh, but I kept listening: She was some woman he dated for less than a year and turned out she was super fertile because, yes, birth control was used and they were always super careful. Once she found out she was pregnant, she didn't want to abort it (not for religious reasons) and thought it could be 'her baby'. At this point, I'm liking the Mom.
Let me tell you, if I were to become pregnant at this age (which was her age, then); I don't think I would look to abort or adopt out, either. If the dad wanted or not. It would have to be a rape scenario, on my part, for me to consider that, at this age. Even then, who knows what I'd do. It's just how I feel.
He has a son and he has an ex-girlfriend, who is the mother and has moved on and is married to someone else (no children, yet for her and her husband. David worries about how that situation will play out, for David Jr., when that time comes).
He sees his son every Wednesday and Saturday and every other weekend the son stays with him overnight. The Mom and David broke up, shortly before she found out she was pregnant, and have remained friends since.
Does he want more kids? Yes. Does he love being a dad? Yes.
The rest of the 'date' went very well. We walked back to my apartments and I walked up, by myself. He seems like a gentleman.
There you have it, rules may have to fly out the window...
Tuesday, August 2
Don't Cha
Sometimes, 23 year olds could be good for something. I may or may not have shared that I met a 23 year old about a month ago. If I didn't share it, it was because it was that interesting. Plus, if you are below the age of 25; then you can just bypass this (meaning, me).
Now, now I'm not hating on them, I just have a timeline on things and know that someone of the age of 23 cannot provide what I want. Shoot, a 33-year old can't even do it; so I should drop my prejudice and see if there could be anything there. Besides the point.
23-year old boy, whom we will call Reggie because he looks like a Reggie.
Reggie likes to text me weird stuff all the time. I delete them, all the time. He lives across the hall from me; so he also likes to knock on my door, if I reply to any of his messages. He also likes to play music w/ lots of bass at the oddest hours: 2AM and 7AM. There may be other times during the day, but I'm not home at those hours to witness. He plays the music, or wait, he "mixes" music at those hours because he is a music producer.
He says that, I say radio intern.
My neighbor, who does not live below me, also knows Reggie. I think the whole building knows him. He's the one that drives the Hummer and takes up two parking spaces in the garage.
Hummer?
We could add drug dealer to his resume. I don't know that for sure, I'm just saying. 23, college student, 'music producer', hummer?
Yeah, right.
I pretty much ignore him, for the most part because he is hella cute. He can dress. He can also drop a rap flow at any given moment on any subject. And he was born and raised in Mexico...
maybe I should date him, at least once?!?
Last Wednesday night; he texted me: "wanna see m&m"
What?
"Eminem"
At first, I ignored him. I should also tell you that once he texted me to go to New York City on a whim and it was bullshit. Then, he knocked on my door. May as well have answered it and I did. Homeboy had a fistful of Eminem Anger Management tickets.
What!!
Heck, yeah, I want to go. We called neighbor, who doesn't live below me (we need a new name for her); she was in and she also invited her hot neighbor. When, I say, hot, believe me, I want to say scorching, but he is an Aggie and we'll get to him in a minute.
Thursday night, the most eclectic group of people piled into a Hummer, go down to the other side of town, and party it up, Anger Management style. Oh, it was the best concert, ever!
I heart Eminem, so much. Was 50 Cent, even there? Yeah, that's how much I love me some Em.
When he took his shirt off, I screamed like a girl. Please note, that I was not one of those girls taking their shirts off.
I saw so many different colored bras that night, it was un-real.
And now, how I have a crush on an Aggie (gulp!).
If I don't date 23 year olds, you know for sure I'm not dating an Aggie (gulp!) but I may make the exception for this one. Because, someone may call me out for being a hypocrite because, yes, I know, I did date the Boomer Sooner.
No, I don't take school rivalry all that seriously, but when it comes to Aggies, it's a whole different ball game.
If you are reading this and are not from Texas; you may not understand. It's okay.
(and thank goodness, we are not in football season, yet)
Aggies live and breath that crap. Crap meaning Aggie crap. I realize an Aggie still in school is a lot worse than one out, but then there is that whole, class ring deal--which I personally don't get and hate when men wear gaudy rings. Even the Championship athletes, gross. I just hate jewelry on a man...
But my Aggie (gulp!) is scorching hot. I may have to bend the rules, just a lil' bit.
He has my number, so he knows what to do with it...or maybe not, he is an Aggie.
Now, now I'm not hating on them, I just have a timeline on things and know that someone of the age of 23 cannot provide what I want. Shoot, a 33-year old can't even do it; so I should drop my prejudice and see if there could be anything there. Besides the point.
23-year old boy, whom we will call Reggie because he looks like a Reggie.
Reggie likes to text me weird stuff all the time. I delete them, all the time. He lives across the hall from me; so he also likes to knock on my door, if I reply to any of his messages. He also likes to play music w/ lots of bass at the oddest hours: 2AM and 7AM. There may be other times during the day, but I'm not home at those hours to witness. He plays the music, or wait, he "mixes" music at those hours because he is a music producer.
He says that, I say radio intern.
My neighbor, who does not live below me, also knows Reggie. I think the whole building knows him. He's the one that drives the Hummer and takes up two parking spaces in the garage.
Hummer?
We could add drug dealer to his resume. I don't know that for sure, I'm just saying. 23, college student, 'music producer', hummer?
Yeah, right.
I pretty much ignore him, for the most part because he is hella cute. He can dress. He can also drop a rap flow at any given moment on any subject. And he was born and raised in Mexico...
maybe I should date him, at least once?!?
Last Wednesday night; he texted me: "wanna see m&m"
What?
"Eminem"
At first, I ignored him. I should also tell you that once he texted me to go to New York City on a whim and it was bullshit. Then, he knocked on my door. May as well have answered it and I did. Homeboy had a fistful of Eminem Anger Management tickets.
What!!
Heck, yeah, I want to go. We called neighbor, who doesn't live below me (we need a new name for her); she was in and she also invited her hot neighbor. When, I say, hot, believe me, I want to say scorching, but he is an Aggie and we'll get to him in a minute.
Thursday night, the most eclectic group of people piled into a Hummer, go down to the other side of town, and party it up, Anger Management style. Oh, it was the best concert, ever!
I heart Eminem, so much. Was 50 Cent, even there? Yeah, that's how much I love me some Em.
When he took his shirt off, I screamed like a girl. Please note, that I was not one of those girls taking their shirts off.
I saw so many different colored bras that night, it was un-real.
And now, how I have a crush on an Aggie (gulp!).
If I don't date 23 year olds, you know for sure I'm not dating an Aggie (gulp!) but I may make the exception for this one. Because, someone may call me out for being a hypocrite because, yes, I know, I did date the Boomer Sooner.
No, I don't take school rivalry all that seriously, but when it comes to Aggies, it's a whole different ball game.
If you are reading this and are not from Texas; you may not understand. It's okay.
(and thank goodness, we are not in football season, yet)
Aggies live and breath that crap. Crap meaning Aggie crap. I realize an Aggie still in school is a lot worse than one out, but then there is that whole, class ring deal--which I personally don't get and hate when men wear gaudy rings. Even the Championship athletes, gross. I just hate jewelry on a man...
But my Aggie (gulp!) is scorching hot. I may have to bend the rules, just a lil' bit.
He has my number, so he knows what to do with it...or maybe not, he is an Aggie.
Offs and Ons
Turn Offs
-eating w/ mouth full
-picking at body scabs, acne, cuts, ears, teeth in front of me or worse in public
-un-called for rudeness
-very, very small feet (not in reference to any other male body part. I just hate small feet on a man, maybe because my feet are big?!?!)
-dominating personality
-way too conservative
-is afraid to try new things
-impatience
-long hair that goes past the chin
Turn Ons
-athletic
-knows how to dress
-kissable, smooth, and moist (as in not cracked, dry) lips
-nice, presentable feet/toes. I like a guy who can keep up and is not an embarrassment in sandals.
-witty
-good hair
-has a wide range of knowledge; not necessarily smart--I think there is a difference.
-talkers. Not people who dominate the conversation; but can give input to a conversation rather than just sitting there.
-An eater, a person who can appreciate food but not an over-eater,
-Cuddler
-Bi-lingual. I don't have a preference to what the other language is.
-even, better---an accent. Again, the same rules applies; I don't care where the accent is from!
I'm tagging Polly Prissy Pants and Clink; since Bev took Twisted (uhm hmm). Just kidding!
-eating w/ mouth full
-picking at body scabs, acne, cuts, ears, teeth in front of me or worse in public
-un-called for rudeness
-very, very small feet (not in reference to any other male body part. I just hate small feet on a man, maybe because my feet are big?!?!)
-dominating personality
-way too conservative
-is afraid to try new things
-impatience
-long hair that goes past the chin
Turn Ons
-athletic
-knows how to dress
-kissable, smooth, and moist (as in not cracked, dry) lips
-nice, presentable feet/toes. I like a guy who can keep up and is not an embarrassment in sandals.
-witty
-good hair
-has a wide range of knowledge; not necessarily smart--I think there is a difference.
-talkers. Not people who dominate the conversation; but can give input to a conversation rather than just sitting there.
-An eater, a person who can appreciate food but not an over-eater,
-Cuddler
-Bi-lingual. I don't have a preference to what the other language is.
-even, better---an accent. Again, the same rules applies; I don't care where the accent is from!
I'm tagging Polly Prissy Pants and Clink; since Bev took Twisted (uhm hmm). Just kidding!
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