Adventures With a 3-year old: Getting Ready for a Managment Position

31 08 2008

Once in a while, when we go to our friends house, their kids latch onto me and we play so Mommy and Daddy can play volleyball.
The three-year old, H, thinks I am the cat’s meow.
The one-year old, N, is warming up, but is still very mom-orientated.

All evening, H has been coming up to me, “Stephanie, do you want to play with me?!” and sometimes we play, sometimes I talk to the adults.
N begins rubbing her eyes sleepily and H just wants to play.
Mommy puts N in the stroller and H is chattering away.
“Everyone as their sweatshirts on!  N, and (she points at me), and, um, ‘you’, and Mommy!”

Breaking News!

29 08 2008

August 29, 2008

To Whom It may Concern:

September 12th, 2008 will be my last day of employment with “Trent Reznor*”.
I thank you for the opportunities “Trent Reznor” has given me, however an opportunity has come my way that I could not pass up.



(P.S. It went pretty much as I expected… the telling The Boss part… no fight.)

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29 08 2008

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Passive-Aggressive Notes

29 08 2008

Thanks to the fine folks at (you can find them on my delicious feed) for finding this awesome link.
Akin to the “Please make more coffee before 10” note and the office-mate-tiger-eating poster hung in the coffee cabinet, other people leave anonymous notes.

One of my favorites was a note left on a keyboard, “Please cut your fingernails or at least stop clicking them on the keys.”

But Moooomm! I Don’t Want to get Sick!

29 08 2008

At the docs on Wendesday, the nurse took my tempature.
“Oh, that’s not too bad.” she comments.  Then she looks at my chart.
I typically run cold, about 97 degrees or so (that’s um, 32 Celsius?).
“Well, there is a new infection going around…” as she puffs up the BP cuff around my arm.  “It starts off like allergies, then it kicks your butt.”


So it’s eight last night (and I did a full workout after work) and I’m this side of comatose.
I go up to bed around 8:45.

“Hey Steph, I gotta go.” Says Steve.
“Aren’t you coming to bed?”
“Uh, no.  I’m going to work.”
“I have to go to work now.”
“It’s morning?”
“Oh, that sucks.”

And on a long weekend?  Come one body, why would you do that to me?!
(and for all of you motherly types, I am taking medicine…)

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28 08 2008

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Mystery in the ‘burb + Crazy Update

28 08 2008

Mystery in the ‘burbs
It’s only quarter after eight and this has been an odd morning.
(Typically, my ‘hood is wicked quiet.  The most noise you’ll hear is synchronized lawn-mowing.)
As I pulled out of my driveway, I noticed this, stuff, all over my neighbors lawn.
Being as occasionally nosy as I am, I put Ye Ol’ Trailblazer in reverse and check out the ‘sitch.
Plunged into the yard without a specific pattern is plastic cutlery.
Yes, I’m serious,
Plastic forks, knives and spoons are all over.
The “kid” next door is like sixteen or seventeen, so I figure his friends must have been bored last night.
Driving down the “main” street, I see that the flags that mark like, gaslines and chemically sprayed lawns, are in peoples mailboxes.
In fact, a couple mailboxes were covered in twine.

Crazy Update
I had my follow-up yesterday to see how the Zoloft is holding the crazy back.
If you’re not on any mood-altering drugs, I’ll help you out… see, some people, when they get depressed or anxious, tend to have those feelings amplified by certain drugs, so the doc has to keep evaluating them to make sure the crazy is at bay.
After a fun assessment (“how many days out of the past two weeks have you felt hopeless or helpless…”) I have the all-clear for three months.
Doc says that fall, when Season Affected Depression Disorder kicks in, compounded by Holiday Horror, will be the true test of how this dosage works.
So provided that I do not crack, I should be good to go!