It Happens

It Happens - Sugarland

Now it is poor me, why me, oh me
Boring the same onld worn out blah blah story
There is no good explanation for it at all

Ain't no rhyme or reason
No complicated meaning
Ain't no need to over think it
Let go laughing
Life don't go quite like you planned it
We try so hard to understand
Irrefutable, indisputable
The fact is
Psssh
It happens


Sometimes you don't have the right words, but some one else does. I think this may be my new theme song. Although I am also considering "Far Behind" by Social D. "i'm leaving you far behind...."

Watchin' & Wishin'

Watching the San Diego Bay on a Tuesday afternoon while perched high on a hill in Pt. Loma sounds like a vacation right? Just a random day in the life of this UnInteresting Girl. But don't get jealous at that, I know a guy who spends every day at a resort on Mission Bay. Just as MorningScramble who stayed at his hotel last week! But this is like a mini-break, a whole 20 minutes of escape. The San Diego skyline in the background, a thin layer of haze show just the tops of the nearby mountains, it really is a postcard! Too bad I only had my camera phone.

I sat there watching a cruise ship slowly pull out of the bay, surrounded by 20 or so much-smaller sailboats. I love how majestic the ship looks sliding through the bay. I almost wished I was onboard, but they're probably heading for Mexico. Not my first choice as destinations go. Although if its the ship heading to Hawaii and four days at sea...well then count me in! I would love to just disappear for a few days. With the ups and (lots) of downs in my life lately, I could really stand to get away again. Makes me wonder if its stopped raining in Ireland yet...

Beating a Dead Horse

Now I would never actually do that, I mean what is the point of beating something that's dead? I would beat inanimate objects, as long as they weren't previously animate, at least I think I would. And then there's the whole I love horses aspect. And besides a dead horse is laying on the ground, wouldn't it be easier to kick it? I would think you could get more aggression out by kicking it, especially if you can find the soft spots so your don't hurt your foot... But I could be wrong.

Bottom line: I am hating life at work and wish I did not have to be part of this. In this case though, I think I am the dead horse and my boss and the company are continuing to beat me.

Kicking and Screaming

My best friend is pregnant. For a girl who has tried to be the antithesis of a girl for most of her life, she is now committing the girliest act known to man (any species really). It's been an interesting experience to watch, but mainly because of how calm and cool she has been throughout the process. She's traversed the morning sickness phase and picked up a whole host of maladies along with a growing belly. Right about now the baby is starting to kick and its time to start picking out baby stuff. The name has already been decided and we cannot wait to welcome Jordyn Diane Hall. But in the meantime, we're having a few misadventures of our own.

Have you ever been to Babies'R'Us? Its a lot like Toys'R'Us meets Best Buy meets Wal-Mart. The layout is all Best Buy, there's plenty of toys (and of course the name) like Toys'R'Us, and like Wal-Mart, it has just about everything you would ever need! I've never been in one, never had the need! Its a little overwhelming! Pregnant women every where, plenty of screaming kids, men who like they would do anything to run screaming from the building, and customer service reps drowning in sweetness. I don't know whether it would be effective birth control, as everything you look at in the store screams "I love babies," but it definitely makes you wonder, how much is this kid gonna cost me?!? Quiet an experience, I'm kind of scared to go back....

I've never felt a baby kick before, just never been in the right place at the right time I guess. I missed out on another friend's pregnancy and haven't been around enough other pregnant women to get the experience. So with Baby Momma in town and little Jordyn figuring out some new moves, I knew I might have a chance to see the kickin'. After two days of hanging out with my hand on my friend's belly, I did feel a little movement! Too cool! Based on standard data for a fetus of that age, she should be about 10 inches and a little over 1 pound. She's a strong one pounder, that's for sure! A few seconds after my first kicking experience, she kicked so hard I thought something was coming out and Baby Momma nearly fell of the couch! Okay Jordyn, I know you're in there! See you soon!

The Blog Monster

We may have created a monster. Scratch that, we have created a monster! All it took we a few words regarding the misidentification of generation and prior lack of adherence to peer pressure related to internet presence! Really a simple few minutes and since then, I am pretty sure this monster has conquered the WWW. But cheers to him for finally joining the information age. Check him out at www.morningscramble.com.
And good luck to the McCabes on their biggest loser quest! I always knew you were losers! ;-)

My Poor Brain

For those that don't know, I have recently started a doctorate. I am going to University of Phoenix (online) for a Doctorate of Management in Organizational Leadership (DMOL). Exciting right? Proud of me yet? I am proud of myself, but still think I am entirely crazy!

Now, let me preface this by saying that this, NONE of this, absolutely none of this is my roommates' fault.

So I am trying to complete my first doctoral essay and I can already feel my brain changing...its not that I think I am getting smarter or absorbing more knowledge. Its that my poor brain has no idea what to do with the knowledge and can't spit out a decent thought! I really am going crazy. I spent a few hours last night trying to start the essay on information literacy and anyone who's ever written a paper knows that just getting started can be really hard! Well, I did all my reading and located relevant sources I thought I could use and sat down to get to work. That's when I noticed my roommate's music was up kind of loud. And when I noticed that my other roommate's TV was kind of loud. And that's when I realized I can't think with all this noise! I tore up a piece of Kleenex and made my own version of ear plugs to drown out the sound. This solved the problem of the noise, but exaggerated my inability to think! The noise wasn't the problem at all, I just had no idea where to start and was becoming increasingly frustrated! To make matters worse, I finally did get started when Boards and Ditz decided to make dinner. Fair's fair, we share the house, right? Yeah, it was already hard enough to concentrate on my essay, but when the stench of onions started burning the heck out of my eyes, I knew I was doomed. I am not entirely sure how I got through the evening without biting some one's head off! It could have been that I couldn't open my eyes enough to see who to go after... But, I was so frustrated that I couldn't even think straight.

Its my own inability to lock and load. Seriously, I think this is the hardest and most convoluted essay I have ever written! And my poor brain is tired and kind of hurts...

The List

I know "The List." I know who is on the list. I see them in the hall and I want to tell them they are on the list. I know a few people on it pretty well, I try and send it to them via ESP. My mental powers must not be strong, because they still don't know they're on the list. I want to scream at them "start looking for a new job, you're on the list!!!!!!!" But I can't. And hopefully I won't.

I feel like a horrible person for doing my job. I will feel even worse when we actually tell them and walk them out the door. And if I ever see one of them again, I will feel even worse. The only comfort I could offer would be to say "me too." But I think then they would make me feel even worse for having nothing to lose, and still not telling them. But I do have something to lose...but is it worth the guilt and anger I have to carry with me from now to god knows when?!?

I know the list and I want to tell!

I hate this!!!!!!

The Temp

Call me what you like...
The Temp
Dead Man Walking
The Outsider
Walking the Plank
Or just the girl getting kicked out!

Either way it all reads the same to me. So what esle do you call it when reverse-seniority kicks in and you're out? I call it losing my job. I also call it some bad names, but that would be rather tasteless of me to post. At this point I have already felt the separation process begin. Whether its just me or a shared feeling, I am now the odd-man out. I feel like I have a sign on my forehead declaring my dwindling presence in the building. But the funny thing is, I am the only one of us to be cut who already knows my fate. For everyone else, its just a cruel game that they don't even know they're playing. But business is just business, no cruelty intended.

The bottom line, I need a new place to work as of October 15th. I've (for the most part) enjoyed my run with my current employer, and I am not looking forward to starting all over (again) somewhere else. At least this time I'm being sent packing with something worth packing! And I have time to plan for it, but that doesn't make it any better or any easier to swallow.

P.S. I glad they didn't tell me before vacation, because that would have killed it for me!

Back to the Grind

Vacation is never long enough, but when you get back to the real world and get a few bombs dropped upon you...a permanent vacation sounds even better! My whirlwind tour of Ireland and the Baltic & Scandanavian countries left me cultured, worldly, and relaxed. Top it off with a five-day weekend before heading back to work, and well, you've got a happy girl! If only it could have stayed that way.

I should have known things wouldn't stay peaceful when I came home to an empty garden. I literally started yelling expletives as the car came around the corner and my beautiful vines were nowhere to be seen. Somehow my new roommate's puppies enjoyed the buffet of plants and managed not to die from massive thorn and flower ingestion! Anyone who knows me, knows I put months of work into making my house and yard my own. To have all that hard work just eaten up...well, its still eating at me! I have forgiven my roommate, Boards, and his dogs are too cute to stay mad at, but really, it a bit depressing to come home to a boring yard. They ate almost all of the flowers! I had a big bush with a ton of thorns and now I couldn't find where it was planted (you know, if I hadn't been the one to plant it). I am afraid of putting anything new in until I get a better fence to keep the pups out.

But the yard is just one thing. The other bomb came from work. I'm not allowed to discuss it, and no I don't work for the CIA. But its not fun walking back into work and being slammed with one of your least favorite tasks...that lasts over 4 hours! Only to find out afterwards that the previous task was just a pipe bomb and the near future has nuclear potential. As any seasoned HR professional will tell you, keep an eye on the job market for your position and industry. Even if you are happy where you are, its still important to know what is happening in other companies and know when you've got it good or when you're getting the short end of the stick. I check out the market regularly, probably once a week recently. With a nuclear bomb potentially exploding in my path, I am now looking daily! All I can really say is that September is going to be a long and frustrating month. I just want to know the answers already!!!!!!!

Can I go back to Ireland now???? By the way, check out pics of my trip at www.myspace.com/sweet_ally.