Food? or Sex? BOTH!!!
Where, exactly, do we draw the line? I mean really – if we are to consume calories into our body in order to make it function and allow for physical activity, it doesn’t have to happen at the SAME TIME!!! I, for one, am not interested in adding any exotic flavors into particular items of use during my “fun time”. I don’t mind the standard, passion berry, strawberry, tropical, coconut, etcetera…. (the more normative flavors) But THIS is a joke……
Just gross – YUCK – and I don’t eat pork.
Your Failure as a Human Being Does Not Require an Immediate Action on My Part
SERIOUSLY. I’m NOT kidding.
I have a serious thought here that many people are oblivious to. The concept of individuals other than their self having processes and appointments and interactions that are necessary to their lives. I understand that this is a concept that may be difficult to grasp, but let’s walk through it.
The act of supervision denotes some degree of responsibility and intelligence. One would think. One would assume that individuals who hold supervisory positions would have forethought and plan ahead for scheduling issues and coverage. One would think.
This is NOT always the case. In the particular situation that has raised my irritation, there is a department, FULL of capable individuals who have equivalent or more knowledge about the subject of our employment to what I possess. They WORK in this department. Their titles INCLUDE the name of the department. Their BUSINESS CARDS are indicative of the department. MINE are NOT, interestingly enough. That being said, there is a schedule created bi-weekly to determine coverage for the front desk/reception area of the office. This schedule includes 3 people who are NOT part of that department, thanks to the imaginative musings of the upper eschelon management to whom we are all accountable.
That is a topic in and of itself and I won’t vent on this issue here. The issue I’d like to discuss is the lack of guidance and planning. THAT is what has my panties all in a twist, and that’s not a good thing. The individual responsible for the schedule publishes it the Friday before it is to go into effect. That is poor planning. When a scheduled individual is out, there is no determination as to coverage. That is poor planning. The individuals who are then TOLD to cover have already contributed an entire DAY to this endeavor, though their 40-hour position is being left bythe wayside. In addition to the DAY being taken from their regular, full time position for which they were hired, they are now asked to contribute even MORE time to a position for which there are plentiful bodies who are capable of supplying the same information. This, in my opinion, is piss-poor planning.
The argument that I present is one that will not be rectified by a blog on wordpress. It won’t be resolved by whining and complaining to my supervisor. It won’t be taken care of by venting to the Director of the department. Unfortunately, due to the lackadaisical management style of the individuals involved, the remainder of us are simply stuck with poor planning, a lack of understanding, and a primadonna attitude from certain individuals regarding the structure of the office. It’s unfortunate. There are some very good ways to circumvent these issues and provide outstanding customer service. There are more efficient ways of functioning as an office, a department, and and individual. It’s incredibly unfortunate that this is not recognized. I suppose I get to sit back and watch the fireworks if and when they decide to go off.
The Week in Hindsight
Since it’s Friday I thought I’d make a couple of Top 10 lists for this week:
Top 10 Greatest things about this week:
10. My hair is not absolutely crazy
9. My clothes fit me just right
8. My daughter didn’t blow up the house
7. My dog didn’t chew up the house
6. The first fastpitch game of the year wasn’t a shut out
5. The cyst has practically disappeared
4. Planning on hanging out with new friends on Saturday
3. I get to go to my daughter’s 2nd fastpitch game tomorrow
2. My bills are paid and I still have some money
AND the #1 greatest thing about this week is:
My baby will be home today and we get to spend all weekend together…..
On the reverse:
The Top 10 Crappiest Things about this week:
10. I had to get gas. I hate that.
9. It was rainy/misty/foggy all week long. Depressing.
8. I have gotten less sleep than normal all week long so I’m extra sleepy.
7. I missed class last week so I was behind on a class this week = stress.
6. I skipped class Tuesday so I could help coach my daughter’s practice so I’ll be behind next week.
5. I missed the CF Pizza Takeover in Washington State because I’m over 3000 miles away.
4. I have 4 papers to write in the next 4 weeks and I’m nowhere near starting – each professor felt the need to remind us this week. Ugh.
3. I realized that the conference I was supposed to attend tomorrow really was LAST Saturday. Wasted money.
2. I had to work the front counter yesterday – HATE it.
And the #1 Crappiest thing of this week is – I have to work on the counter again today due to someone else’s absence. I’m not sure I have the patience or tolerance to deal today.
It’s Friday. I love that. HOWEVER, the greatest thing about Friday is that it’s the END of the work-week, thereby giving way to Saturday and Sunday, both days without work, waking up at godless hours, dealing with idiots and other people you just can’t stand. You have to SURVIVE Friday in order for it to really be worthwhile. Hopefully I will succeed.
The funny thing about this quote is that I have a friend and a crazy little sister that will say this kind of thing to me – and I would say it to them. Life is good. 
Your Tattoo – What it Says About You
This was so fitting, I had to steal it….
I find it very interesting how judgemental people are, including myself. We look at someone and have our own perception of who that individual is and base all communications on that perception. Sometimes we can override the first impression and get to know someone beyond that, but it is so incredibly common for us to ride with it and treat that individual based on their outward appearance.
Case in point: A coworker of mine, who happens to be an avid follower of American Idol, as many of us are, was doing her weekly critique of the show last week. (This has been brewing for a few days, so bear with me.) She is an older woman who lives on her emotions. She’s very genuine and speaks her mind, which I ordinarily appreciate. So many of us don’t. This particular day, I don’t believe she realized how offensive her remarks could have been taken. She was discussing the show, AI, for the slower readers in the house. She loved the music, thought the voice was pretty, but couldn’t understand the song choice of the “pretty blonde girl with those horrendous tattoos”. This then sparked a conversation between her and a couple of 40-somethings in the office about tattoos in general.
Now, I’m sitting over in my little corner of the world, working presumably, but absorbing this stream of consciousness from my coworkers. They have NO CLUE that I have 8 tattoos over various parts of my body and have every intention of getting more. It is this act of prejudice that keeps me covered up while engaged in work functions. My tats are perfectly presentable. I actually think they are pretty and artsy and represent some things very close to my heart. They are a part of me. Yet, people feel free to trash-talk them all the time. My own step-mother is a contributor. Yet, my father has them on his arms….LOL… It is so interesting to me.
I happen to think the girl in question’s tattoos are tastefully done. She has a colorful sleeve on her arm, as you can see above. They can’t handle that, and refuse to acknowledge any “artful” contribution it could make.
YES, I’ll admit that many tattoos are not great. Many are misspelled, sloppy, have horrible lines, bleed out, or just have bad placement. I get it. Get over it. It’s not your body. We can express ourselves however we like and deal with the consequences. It’s just sad that these people have a problem accepting that. Maybe they should get out more…
All Things Naughty and Nice
By demand – my party review…
Saturday night was an eventful night in my household. The long-awaited Pure Romance party was slated to happen. Now, to bring you up to speed, I don’t like people. I don’t like entertaining. I don’t like cleaning. I don’t like feeling obligated to anyone or anything. That being said, I agreed to host my buddy’s 1st ever consulting gig for her line of adult products, Pure Romance. You can check her out over at http://ashleighmchenry.wordpress.com. She’s hilarious and has some seriously ground-breaking things to say. Not only that, but she’s quite the salesperson. She was able to speak to a crowd who spanned approximately 40 years in age, but still keep it clear, concise, and consistent with Pure Romance’s reputation of being educative, informative, and interesting without being raunchy. Now, a little raunch is lovely here and there, but overall, I prefer to know as much as I can about the products I’m considering placing in or near my nether-regions, as a general rule. I’d hate to be that chick in the emergency room, trying to explain why I can’t remove something from my secret place….ugh.
So, the plan was to kick off the craziness around about seven o’clock that night, but it got a bit delayed due to some folks showing up a bit more than fashionably late, but that was okay, too. Heck, it was Saturday and who gives a crap about a schedule when you’re not getting paid for it. Sorry Ash – you were, but we weren’t…. unless we were getting paid in favors. I’m getting ahead of myself….
The fluff of the demonstrations began around 8 o’clock with some light, scented and flavored powders, sprays, lubricants, prolonging lotions, etcetera…. There was an ice breaker, lots of laughs, and some products being placed on our hands, lips, and potentially nips, though nobody was quite daring enough. Not enough wine was consumed for that. We munched our way through discussions of male and female stimulation creams and got some red faces over an explanation of the “little man in the boat”.
About 9 o’clock, it was time for intermission. The big guns were coming out, and I’m not talking uzis and tommy guns. One of my coworkers saw this as an ideal time to race out with her morals in tact, making a purchase on the way. The rest of us were in for the loooong haul, and it was quite the haul. We were introduced to BOB, BILL, Daddy from the Nati, Thumbs Up, and various other lovely mechanisms designed to please a woman in every way possible. We covered vibrators, dildoes, bullets, c-rings, anal plugs, really all the fun factory can produce for human sexuality, while not being raunchy. How does that happen without being raunchy??? Just hit up Ash – she’ll explain it all to you.
We had a blast. It was too bad all the lovely ladies couldn’t make it, but for those who did, let me just say that the Daddy deserves his name. WOW….. I’ll be keeping that one close by….hehehehe….. Next time, I may just go for BOB or BILL…. My only complaint was that I didn’t have any batteries in the house. Darn it.
Book her – she’s professional, knowledgeable, and genuine. She knows her product and doesn’t come in like a hooker with a chip on her shoulder. Ashleigh can describe the female sexual zones with about 500 synonyms, and the male counterpart in at least one hundred. She’s still growing her vocabulary, but she’s sure to enlighten you to a few new uses for some of these items (keeping rug burn away),and maybe remind you of a few older ones you forgot about.
That being said, faithful readers, if you’re a woman, you need to host a Pure Romance party, even if you’re like me and just don’t like people. I had fun, didn’t make too much of a mess, so cleaning wasn’t too bad, and I got some snazzy products out of it. Men, get your woman to have one – there’s fun stuff in it for you too… I promise.
