Oh yea, I can't wait.
See ya in a week! Stay warm, friends.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Me, In That Pool, T-Minus 1 Day
It's 19 degrees here this morning!!! I've been wearing my heavy winter coat for about a week now and already I'm sick of it. No worries, though, because WE'RE GOING TO CANCUN TOMORROW!!!!!
See ya in a week! Stay warm, friends.
See ya in a week! Stay warm, friends.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Thinking On Your Feet: You've Either Got It, Or You Don't
Unfortunately I am the latter – I am terrible at thinking on my feet when someone throws me a remark which I am unsure of how to respond. Honestly, I really believe this is not a skill you can acquire. It’s a natural talent – some people can roll with the punches where others need time to digest what they’ve just heard.
I’ve run into this situation with the same person—my boss—twice over the past month, the most recent occurrence happening this morning. We had a conference call in her office, and the person we were calling asked us to call back in 15 minutes. So we proceeded to sit and chat about the hot topic of the day…one of my co-workers gave her notice yesterday. My boss wanted to know how I was feeling about the situation, and was reassuring me that everything was going to be fine and that we would “divide and conquer” the workload. She seemed to have a preconceived notion that I was probably freaking out and worrying, when in fact I’m not. (And this is another issue that irritates me…where is she getting these ideas?)
So anyway, out of the blue, without me prompting her at all, she was like, “Well, you know, if you are feeling like you need to, we could look at other arrangements if you’re, like, missing Boca Raton, or, like if there are other reasons for you to possibly have a different work arrangement we could make something work.”
HUH????? [Me: Blank stare]
Had I known this from the start, would I have packed up and moved from Florida to the Midwest? What does this mean? Should we be thinking about moving? My husband is still looking for a job and so that has been top-of-mind since we moved—and could be a driving factor in us relocating again.
Seriously, I am so distracted by this and I can’t concentrate.
The other time I was force to think on my feet occurred during my “Goals and Development” meeting. You know, that one where you talk with your manager about what you want to strive for in 2010, what are your aspirations, how do you see yourself growing with the company…yada, yada, yada.
One of the things that my company likes to do, and one of the reasons I found the job so attractive, is that they like to advance their internal talent on a regular basis. My boss has been asking me from Day One where I want to go in the Company and all along I’ve been like, “uh…I’ve been here two months…I’m good where I’m at right now, thanks” (well, not really, but you get the idea). So, suddenly as we’re talking about my development during this meeting, she asks me, “Do you want to move into my job? Do you want to be leading this team?”
Again…HUH???? [Me: blank stare, again]
I mean, isn’t that a loaded question? If I say yes, I want your job, it seems threatening. If I say no, I don’t want your job, it appears that I don’t have aspirations and goals. I really didn’t know how to answer her and I think I just sort of fumbled like, “Oh, that is nice of you to ask, well, who knows, we’ll see…” or something like that. Hello, embarrassment!
After that meeting, I must have gone over in my head a dozen different ways I could have—and should have—responded. But instead, I am like a deer in the headlights. I wish I had that talent to respond in a precise and thoughtful manner. So tell me, how do you think on your feet? What are your tricks? This girl could use some help!
I’ve run into this situation with the same person—my boss—twice over the past month, the most recent occurrence happening this morning. We had a conference call in her office, and the person we were calling asked us to call back in 15 minutes. So we proceeded to sit and chat about the hot topic of the day…one of my co-workers gave her notice yesterday. My boss wanted to know how I was feeling about the situation, and was reassuring me that everything was going to be fine and that we would “divide and conquer” the workload. She seemed to have a preconceived notion that I was probably freaking out and worrying, when in fact I’m not. (And this is another issue that irritates me…where is she getting these ideas?)
So anyway, out of the blue, without me prompting her at all, she was like, “Well, you know, if you are feeling like you need to, we could look at other arrangements if you’re, like, missing Boca Raton, or, like if there are other reasons for you to possibly have a different work arrangement we could make something work.”
HUH????? [Me: Blank stare]
Had I known this from the start, would I have packed up and moved from Florida to the Midwest? What does this mean? Should we be thinking about moving? My husband is still looking for a job and so that has been top-of-mind since we moved—and could be a driving factor in us relocating again.
Seriously, I am so distracted by this and I can’t concentrate.
The other time I was force to think on my feet occurred during my “Goals and Development” meeting. You know, that one where you talk with your manager about what you want to strive for in 2010, what are your aspirations, how do you see yourself growing with the company…yada, yada, yada.
One of the things that my company likes to do, and one of the reasons I found the job so attractive, is that they like to advance their internal talent on a regular basis. My boss has been asking me from Day One where I want to go in the Company and all along I’ve been like, “uh…I’ve been here two months…I’m good where I’m at right now, thanks” (well, not really, but you get the idea). So, suddenly as we’re talking about my development during this meeting, she asks me, “Do you want to move into my job? Do you want to be leading this team?”
Again…HUH???? [Me: blank stare, again]
I mean, isn’t that a loaded question? If I say yes, I want your job, it seems threatening. If I say no, I don’t want your job, it appears that I don’t have aspirations and goals. I really didn’t know how to answer her and I think I just sort of fumbled like, “Oh, that is nice of you to ask, well, who knows, we’ll see…” or something like that. Hello, embarrassment!
After that meeting, I must have gone over in my head a dozen different ways I could have—and should have—responded. But instead, I am like a deer in the headlights. I wish I had that talent to respond in a precise and thoughtful manner. So tell me, how do you think on your feet? What are your tricks? This girl could use some help!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Dude, I Don't Even Know
Today I am stealing a line that Jen Lancaster uses as one of the categories on her blog. Dude...I don't even know where to start. Last night, my husband was telling me that a winter storm was a-brewin’ in our area and I found myself just speechless. He was like, “What? What is it?” And I was like….”Ugh…there are no words.”
I knew this time would come but I put it at the back of my mind. I reassured myself that it wouldn’t be a big deal. But you know what? It IS a big deal: I HATE WINTER!
I moved to Florida in 2005 to get AWAY from snow. I will never forget the winter of 2004 in Chicago. I was living in an apartment and spent the weekend cooped up in my 800 square-foot box (but oh how I loved that space) riding out a massive snowstorm. When it finally stopped snowing on Sunday morning and the sun came out, I went to the parking lot to begin digging out my car. I remember being up to my knees in snow, swearing up a storm, singing Jimmy Buffett songs in my head and swearing to myself that I would not be in Chicago the following winter. I finally had enough.
And now here I am, back to where I started and feeling like I am going out of my mind. I wish I was one of those people who loved snow. If I was, I’d surely be talking about something else right now. But no, instead, I am one of those people who hates the entire process of winter. I loathe the extra time it takes to look out the window to determine if I need to wear boots. Should I put my heels for work in a bag and change at work? Do I need to wear my light coat or my heavy coat? What about a scarf? Will I need my stupid ear muffs since my coat doesn’t have a hood?? And don’t even get me started about driving to work wearing a nice pants suit with a heavy coat, scarf and gloves. I can barely turn my head left and right to see the oncoming traffic. I can’t MOVE wearing all that shit!
My husband Jeff, on the other hand, LOVES winter. He gets excited when it’s about to snow. He even bought a [STUPID LOOKING] hat that he plans to wear while shoveling snow! God help me, all I need now is for him to start wearing this when we go out to dinner! It’s just like this guy’s hat, but red and black checkered.
I knew this time would come but I put it at the back of my mind. I reassured myself that it wouldn’t be a big deal. But you know what? It IS a big deal: I HATE WINTER!
I moved to Florida in 2005 to get AWAY from snow. I will never forget the winter of 2004 in Chicago. I was living in an apartment and spent the weekend cooped up in my 800 square-foot box (but oh how I loved that space) riding out a massive snowstorm. When it finally stopped snowing on Sunday morning and the sun came out, I went to the parking lot to begin digging out my car. I remember being up to my knees in snow, swearing up a storm, singing Jimmy Buffett songs in my head and swearing to myself that I would not be in Chicago the following winter. I finally had enough.
And now here I am, back to where I started and feeling like I am going out of my mind. I wish I was one of those people who loved snow. If I was, I’d surely be talking about something else right now. But no, instead, I am one of those people who hates the entire process of winter. I loathe the extra time it takes to look out the window to determine if I need to wear boots. Should I put my heels for work in a bag and change at work? Do I need to wear my light coat or my heavy coat? What about a scarf? Will I need my stupid ear muffs since my coat doesn’t have a hood?? And don’t even get me started about driving to work wearing a nice pants suit with a heavy coat, scarf and gloves. I can barely turn my head left and right to see the oncoming traffic. I can’t MOVE wearing all that shit!
My husband Jeff, on the other hand, LOVES winter. He gets excited when it’s about to snow. He even bought a [STUPID LOOKING] hat that he plans to wear while shoveling snow! God help me, all I need now is for him to start wearing this when we go out to dinner! It’s just like this guy’s hat, but red and black checkered.
Creepy Face!
So, tell me what is so fun about this whole thing called winter? Because...Dude, I don't even know.
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