So, I have had my car since 2002 and it's been a great car! Except...
Well, okay, so this could be user error and the user if very aware of that fact, but... well... I seem to be having issues closing the hood of my car...
Yes! I know!! This is not a good thing when you are driving down the highway at 70mph on a windy day and all of a sudden you look at the hood and it's doing a dance that only conjures great fears in the very depths of your being!
Yesterday, the boy toy and I were having a lovely day of spring cleaning that involved finally getting the extra bedroom back (if it wasn't deemed the workout room, it was definitely an oversized closet) as well as our garage and organizing the brand new shelves we put in our closet!
The boy toy asked for some Mountain Dew and promised that while I was away fetching said mountainy thirst quencher he would finish sweeping the garage (my duty).
When I got to the local Wallgreen's I picked up some windshield wiper fluid as mine was gone and the road grime had reached an all-time disgusting thickness that made it impossible to see when the sun shown brightly in my eyes. Yeah, I know... We don't need to call in Myrtle the Safety Turtle on this one. I'm well aware of my hazardous state.
Anyway, after a funny incident with the cashier who seemed to think, although my two items did not fit in a bag and had to be carried by hand, that the receipt should go in a big, plastic bag (... huh?!) I started on my merry little way home, happy that I had remembered to pick up the extra item.
Upon returning to my humble abode, I promptly filled my windshield wiper fluid tank to the brim without spilling a drop! I then SLAMMED the hood down, as I have always done because that is the best way to know if the darn thing is locked in place nice and tight!
And I thought it was.
This morning I was running late (although I don't know how that is different from any other morning) when I noticed that the hood was bouncing like crazy! I about shat myself because in the past month this is not the first time this has happened.
Okay, let's back track for a sec. Although it has happened a whopping 3 TIMES in the past month or so, it had NEVER happened before!
Back to present.
I had to pull over on the side of the road to pop the hood and then re-SLAM it into locked position. This time it took and everything was fine.
The boy toy thinks the issue is an aging car with a bent latch.
It better bend back if it knows what's good for it!!!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
The First Day of the Rest of My Life
Or, at least, I'm hoping it is!
In the past I had become a member of a wonderful little website that helps me track my calories, fat, carbs, etc. It also allows me to record exercise.
Yes, it costs money... but I think it's worth it.
myfooddiary.com
I did this before and it really helped me understand my eating habits, what it takes for me to lose weight (in a healthy manner), and how to eat without "dieting".
We'll see how this round works out seeing as I have become overweight and need to do something about it.
In the past I had become a member of a wonderful little website that helps me track my calories, fat, carbs, etc. It also allows me to record exercise.
Yes, it costs money... but I think it's worth it.
myfooddiary.com
I did this before and it really helped me understand my eating habits, what it takes for me to lose weight (in a healthy manner), and how to eat without "dieting".
We'll see how this round works out seeing as I have become overweight and need to do something about it.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Welcome to the 1950's... I'll be your host.
Not to toot my own horn, but I'm a very hard working individual who doesn't mind piling on the projects.
I went to school for design because I love to be creative and to take something and make it usable, beautiful, and inspiring and I'm not half bad at it!
Unfortunately, when I decided to take an internship with a small company near Saint Paul, I found out that my role as a female was not as well accepted in their little design world. Rather, they fancied me an administrative assistant and loved me in that role because I was organized and detail oriented.
That's fine. I can handle that if that's what it takes to get me in the door.
I'm not afraid of the bottom rung of the ladder as long as I get the chance to work my way to the top. Not to say that administration is the bottom of the ladder, but for me to become a designer, this is how it came off. It was the first step. Okay, fine. I'm ready!
When I graduated, I was offered a position in the company due to my hard work and competence... as customer service.
Okay, well, I would like to design. This, again, was not perceived as my "proper" role.
I persuaded them that they would be making a mistake by not using my education and that I would not be able to stay with this company if I were not hired for what I viewed as my intended purpose in life.
They agreed to take me on as a designer, hesitantly, but they did it nonetheless.
I was thrilled and promptly started my new job after graduation only to find out that they had hired a male intern, but he was placed directly in design. I had asked to move to design throughout my three year internship and was repeatedly told, "Maybe next year. We don't have the room for you there right now". And I believed them.
Of course, I didn't want to throw out the sexist card just yet. Maybe I had misinterpreted the signs. Maybe I was wrong.
Throughout my "career" here I have been repeatedly given administrative tasks, pretty much weekly. That's fine. I can handle. But I began to watch as it seemed the other designers (all of which are males) have never been asked to take on anything other than their design role.
That sexism lingered in my mind for the past two years, but I was finally given confirmation that this was indeed their thought process and that they indeed wanted me to go back to answering the phone and proof reading letters and taking notes in meetings so I could type them up and send them out to the attendees.
In a meeting that I was not privy to, a discussion came up about a new program that was being initiated to help boost our potential customer base. Employees are to run around town, surf the internet, and check with city halls to find out about any work going on in the area that we may be able to take on.
In my review, I was asked if I would learn the details and process of researching these leads and then train the rest of the designers to do the same. "Sure" I said, although with a little doubt in my mind that this is what would really happen.
In this meeting, I was part of the discussion because their real intention is that I would do the research and go through all of these leads to see if they were fit to pass out to the salespeople.
The lead designer became suspicious of their motive and asked why they seemed to always pick me for these jobs, was it because I am a woman? The answer from our general manager (well, actually he was demoted to sales manager) was that it was because women tend to be more detail oriented.
I was made aware of this and have been just a little more miserable ever since! I don't mind taking on extra tasks, but I don't appreciate the constant pressure to push me back into the administrative position because the president and the general manager don't understand why a female would want to do anything else!!
Also, the president had made a comment one time in a very important meeting with a potential remodeling company that made everyone's skin crawl and helps me to believe his true feelings about women. (Well, I won't even get into how he treats his wife. Yikes!!)
Upon hearing a statistic about females climbing the compensation ladder and actually hiring contractors with their own money for very large jobs, the president of my company replied out loud, "Well, the divorce rate is up!" as though this could be the only explanation for women having money!
Ugh. Eye roll. Sigh. So typical.
I went to school for design because I love to be creative and to take something and make it usable, beautiful, and inspiring and I'm not half bad at it!
Unfortunately, when I decided to take an internship with a small company near Saint Paul, I found out that my role as a female was not as well accepted in their little design world. Rather, they fancied me an administrative assistant and loved me in that role because I was organized and detail oriented.
That's fine. I can handle that if that's what it takes to get me in the door.
I'm not afraid of the bottom rung of the ladder as long as I get the chance to work my way to the top. Not to say that administration is the bottom of the ladder, but for me to become a designer, this is how it came off. It was the first step. Okay, fine. I'm ready!
When I graduated, I was offered a position in the company due to my hard work and competence... as customer service.
Okay, well, I would like to design. This, again, was not perceived as my "proper" role.
I persuaded them that they would be making a mistake by not using my education and that I would not be able to stay with this company if I were not hired for what I viewed as my intended purpose in life.
They agreed to take me on as a designer, hesitantly, but they did it nonetheless.
I was thrilled and promptly started my new job after graduation only to find out that they had hired a male intern, but he was placed directly in design. I had asked to move to design throughout my three year internship and was repeatedly told, "Maybe next year. We don't have the room for you there right now". And I believed them.
Of course, I didn't want to throw out the sexist card just yet. Maybe I had misinterpreted the signs. Maybe I was wrong.
Throughout my "career" here I have been repeatedly given administrative tasks, pretty much weekly. That's fine. I can handle. But I began to watch as it seemed the other designers (all of which are males) have never been asked to take on anything other than their design role.
That sexism lingered in my mind for the past two years, but I was finally given confirmation that this was indeed their thought process and that they indeed wanted me to go back to answering the phone and proof reading letters and taking notes in meetings so I could type them up and send them out to the attendees.
In a meeting that I was not privy to, a discussion came up about a new program that was being initiated to help boost our potential customer base. Employees are to run around town, surf the internet, and check with city halls to find out about any work going on in the area that we may be able to take on.
In my review, I was asked if I would learn the details and process of researching these leads and then train the rest of the designers to do the same. "Sure" I said, although with a little doubt in my mind that this is what would really happen.
In this meeting, I was part of the discussion because their real intention is that I would do the research and go through all of these leads to see if they were fit to pass out to the salespeople.
The lead designer became suspicious of their motive and asked why they seemed to always pick me for these jobs, was it because I am a woman? The answer from our general manager (well, actually he was demoted to sales manager) was that it was because women tend to be more detail oriented.
I was made aware of this and have been just a little more miserable ever since! I don't mind taking on extra tasks, but I don't appreciate the constant pressure to push me back into the administrative position because the president and the general manager don't understand why a female would want to do anything else!!
Also, the president had made a comment one time in a very important meeting with a potential remodeling company that made everyone's skin crawl and helps me to believe his true feelings about women. (Well, I won't even get into how he treats his wife. Yikes!!)
Upon hearing a statistic about females climbing the compensation ladder and actually hiring contractors with their own money for very large jobs, the president of my company replied out loud, "Well, the divorce rate is up!" as though this could be the only explanation for women having money!
Ugh. Eye roll. Sigh. So typical.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
I forgot to tell you!!
I PASSED!!
Okay, okay, I found out on Friday in the late afternoon hours and was so exhausted I celebrated by going to bed...
Yeah, I know. I'm a barrel of fun!
We did enjoy a nice dinner party on Saturday followed by Sunday where I enjoyed doing NOTHING AT ALL! It was wonderful!
Now, for some crazy reason, I want to start the studying process all over again and become a LEED accredited professional.
Again, a barrel of fun.
Am I bored? Am I ambitious? Am I an over-achiever?
Not sure. I guess I'll choose D, all of the above?
Okay, okay, I found out on Friday in the late afternoon hours and was so exhausted I celebrated by going to bed...
Yeah, I know. I'm a barrel of fun!
We did enjoy a nice dinner party on Saturday followed by Sunday where I enjoyed doing NOTHING AT ALL! It was wonderful!
Now, for some crazy reason, I want to start the studying process all over again and become a LEED accredited professional.
Again, a barrel of fun.
Am I bored? Am I ambitious? Am I an over-achiever?
Not sure. I guess I'll choose D, all of the above?
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Nerves All Around
Tomorrow is the big day. My test.
I'm on pins and needles with anticipation of how well I will do.
I have been studying like a fool.
Wish me luck!!
I'm on pins and needles with anticipation of how well I will do.
I have been studying like a fool.
Wish me luck!!
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Fist of Death
This is me. We have decided that each Dilbert character is someone in the office and this is me.
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