Sorry for not posting anymore. Here are my excuses.
35%: my life is boring
65%: nobody actually reads this
August 31, 2012
August 21, 2012
Fantasy
...Real Life...
Partner/Senior Manager/Anyone Above Me: Dana, I have this really important fill-in-the-blank that needs to get done right away. Do you have time to squeeze it in?
Me: Sure, I'll stop what I'm working on and start it right now.
Partner/Senior Manager/Anyone Above Me: Dana, I have this really important fill-in-the-blank that needs to get done right away. Do you have time to squeeze it in?
Me: Sure, I'll stop what I'm working on and start it right now.
...My Fantasy...
Partner/Senior Manager/Anyone Above Me: Dana, I have this really important fill-in-the-blank that needs to get done right away. Do you have time to squeeze it in?
Me: Nope. Do it yourself.
August 10, 2012
The Know-Nothing Party
Warning: I'm about to attempt to recall information from my high school AP U.S. History Class. I took this class seven years ago....
During the civil war (or maybe a different war...I don't remember), there was a political party called the Know-Nothing Party. Basically, whenever a member of this party was questioned by officials about their knowledge of any war-related information, they would claim that they didn't know anything about it (the kicker: they did!)
Turns out, the Know-Nothing party still exists at work, though not intentionally. It also turns out that I am the only member of this party.
I am writing this post while taking a break from power cleaning my room. Why? Because my mom is coming into town to be my +1 for a Norah Jones concert (the tickets were free from work) and spending the night. Coincidentally, the Norah Jones tickets are what clued me in to the fact that I know nothing.
Confused? You should be. Anyway, like I said, the concert tickets are free because a bunch of people form my office are going together. Back in May, when we were asked how many tickets we wanted, my teammate reserved two: one for him and one for his wife. This past week, when we got the email to go pick up our tickets, that teammate said he didn't think he was going to go to the concert after all. "Oh, come on!" I said excitedly, "Let's go get our tickets! You can't tell me that Sarah [his wife] doesn't want to go."
Awkward snickers.
Later, while we were driving to the Sony lot for fieldwork, my teammate casually mentioned that he and his wife (Sarah) has separated a few months ago, and the snickers were because nobody realized that I didn't know about it until I put my over-enthusiastic foot in my mouth. Oops.
The next day, I found out that my other teammate's wife is having a baby next month when another teammate suggested a Vegas trip the weekend of her due date and dad-to-be jokingly said "Let's Go!" I didn't realize he was joking, because I knew nothing about said baby. Everyone else had known for months.
So, either I have an invisible sign on my forehead that says "Don't Tell Me Anything!" or I am leaving the modern revival of the Know-Nothing Party.
During the civil war (or maybe a different war...I don't remember), there was a political party called the Know-Nothing Party. Basically, whenever a member of this party was questioned by officials about their knowledge of any war-related information, they would claim that they didn't know anything about it (the kicker: they did!)
Turns out, the Know-Nothing party still exists at work, though not intentionally. It also turns out that I am the only member of this party.
I am writing this post while taking a break from power cleaning my room. Why? Because my mom is coming into town to be my +1 for a Norah Jones concert (the tickets were free from work) and spending the night. Coincidentally, the Norah Jones tickets are what clued me in to the fact that I know nothing.
Confused? You should be. Anyway, like I said, the concert tickets are free because a bunch of people form my office are going together. Back in May, when we were asked how many tickets we wanted, my teammate reserved two: one for him and one for his wife. This past week, when we got the email to go pick up our tickets, that teammate said he didn't think he was going to go to the concert after all. "Oh, come on!" I said excitedly, "Let's go get our tickets! You can't tell me that Sarah [his wife] doesn't want to go."
Awkward snickers.
Later, while we were driving to the Sony lot for fieldwork, my teammate casually mentioned that he and his wife (Sarah) has separated a few months ago, and the snickers were because nobody realized that I didn't know about it until I put my over-enthusiastic foot in my mouth. Oops.
The next day, I found out that my other teammate's wife is having a baby next month when another teammate suggested a Vegas trip the weekend of her due date and dad-to-be jokingly said "Let's Go!" I didn't realize he was joking, because I knew nothing about said baby. Everyone else had known for months.
So, either I have an invisible sign on my forehead that says "Don't Tell Me Anything!" or I am leaving the modern revival of the Know-Nothing Party.
August 3, 2012
Triple Stuff
1) This is the unfortunate state of my back bumper. Here's what happened: I came home from work, ate dinner, went out for a walk, and about 30 minutes later got a call from my roommate that started off "Don't be mad, but--" Apparently she and a friend were switching our cars and her friend did not mind the cement beam next to our spot. I'm not sure when I'll have time to get it fixed, but I should probably do it sooner than later. Sorry Jud (Jud = name of my poor injured car)
2) Okay, so item 1 was more of a story, but one is a revelation I had earlier in the week: the relationship between age and maturity is not the same for all people. I tend to expect that anyone older than I am will be more mature, though this theory has proven to be untrue multiple times. I was expressing my thoughts on the matter to a friend on Monday, and mid-rant, she stopped me to pose the question: "Why would you assume that everyone starts off at the same level of maturity and matures at the same rate over time? Some people are always mature, and others never mature." Hmm. Very true. I wish I'd thought about that sooner, because I've wasted too much time worrying about my own future based on older people I know whose lives aren't together. Now that I think about it, every one of these people that cause me to worry are less mature than I am now (and hopefully I'll be more mature than I am now by the time I'm their age). So, even though nothing has changed, I feel better.
3) As of yesterday at 4pm, I'm headed back to Sony next week, probably for the entire week. Hmm...
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