If there is some kind of local class or Focus Group that works on practicing and promoting tolerance and patience in the work place, I should really get my skinny ass over there.

Things that are irritating me today:

1) If you’re in an administrative position of some sort, you should know how to spell “Administrator”. Call me picky. What’s more, is that being an administrator you should also know about those fancy little tools which you have at your fingertips to make it at least *appear* that you know how to spell something like “Administrator”. It’s called spell check. You don’t even have to activate it: You type; it puts lines under the shit that doesn’t make sense. Easy, right? I will go even be as bold as to say you should especially use this handy little tool (as in: pay attention to either the red or green lines that automatically appear when you type) while creating your email signature. You know, that thing that you have appear with all your professional information at the end when you send out any email? Yeah, that thing. You. Look. Ignorant.
2) Pubic hair. Not any and all pubic hair, per se. Just the pubic hair that ends up in the white toilet seat that’s in your one unisex office bathroom. That one lone curly (blech) hair that hangs out staring at you when you walk in. I don’t necessarily have a suggestion on how to not leave a trial of pubes behind everywhere you go. All I can say is that it makes me want to puke every time I see it. (Oh, and clippers are your friend.)
3) Run-on sentences. Please don’t send me an email that is one giant run-on sentence. I can’t take you seriously, and the only amusing thing that comes out of it is me picturing you saying it to me as it comes across in your writing- which is damn funny. I wish everyone would speak like they wrote. Oh, wait…
On a lighter note, I don’t care for Hallmark holidays, however I must say that I feel spoiled and am loving the Buster Posey Giants jersey, cute little black dress, and dozen red roses from New Dude. Every bitch loves to feel special.

I feel like I don’t have anything exciting to write. That may be a lie. Perhaps it’s just that so much has gone on without writing that the task seems a bit overwhelming.

I’ve been on a new word kick. I like to check on the word of the day so I can find cool obscure words and use them around people so I can see them get confused. I'm equally as happy when somebody actually knows that the hell I'm saying. I’m also the asshole who corrects my friends on grammar and verb usage. Thank goodness they love me, because I can see how that can get annoying, but really I'm not ever very excited to hang out with A Stupid. Can I help it if I want my niece to recognize the difference between being able to do something and being willing to? Nope, not this bitchy aunt. (And people, please learn the difference between “your” and “you’re” for fuck’s sake. I’ll let confusion with “who” and “whom” slide, but really…)

I’ve also been on a work-out kick. I’ve been trying to run at least 3 miles at the gym at least 3 times a week. It may or may not have something to do with this insanely huge tattoo I started to get on my person. I am seriously going to be half covered with one piece of amazingly fabulous artwork (more on that another time). I’ve also been talking about doing a Tough Mudder event with a guy I’m dating. If you haven’t heard of it, check it out- it’s a little on the crazy side, but why let running through flame throwers and wires with electrical currents scare you?

You only live once. Oh, and don't be a pussy. Good words to live by.

For Serious

I'm back.

Let's get things going again, shall we?

Happy December!

Where has the year gone? I know I get a FAIL for the last 6 months at this blogging thing, but I am committed to try and come back now that things have calmed down at work.

Harvest was great this year. We just threw ourselves a little post-harvest BBQ at our sister-winery, where we had great food (from our own caterers), fantastic wine (ours, duh.), and awesome company. I think I’ve lucked out with being able to work with people I actually *like*. We ended the event off at one of the big-wigs place next door for more wine, a pool table, and live music- double points for working with those that are also musicians.

Unfortunately I had to head off early to make it to the tech rehearsal for a show at a little thing called The Dickens Fair. If you haven’t been you should make a point of going- all the cool kids are doing it, so you know you want to.

Being back in the North Bay has been great, although I must admit that I’ve been so busy it really wouldn’t matter where I live for the most part. I’m looking forward to my down time in January.

Well Hello There..

I've obviously got a new position at work. Long time no type- and I don't even have time now. Hope everyone is well. I'm hoping to start blogging again, but with Harvest getting into gear it's doubtful it'll be consistent.

In the mean time, here's a little blurb I found interesting:

Part of that comes from a lifetime of mixed messages about what it means to be
strong. We've grown up watching the Hillary Clintons of the world vilified for
being pushy, while our soft-spoken colleagues struggle to rise up the corporate
ladder. Society, pop culture and the media all encourage us to be tough but sexy
in the process. In a way, we're hybrids of the 1950s woman, who was forced to
conform, the 1970s woman who refused to, with a bit of 21st-century porn culture
thrown in. We live with outdated expectations about what's acceptable, while
pressuring ourselves to achieve it all.

The rest found HERE.

Cheers!

I'm Rubber You're Glue

I don't know why I should ever be surprised at peoples rudeness and ability to be inconsiderate.

To sum up the latest example, one of the managers came to me yesterday and asked if I would have a few of the workers change their voicemail. The person's position I took over was his girlfriend, and she passed away about a year ago from cancer. She was the one that recorded the voicemail messages for the work phones, and so now when he calls the guys and they don't answer, it's his dead ex-girlfriend's voice he has to listen to if he wants to leave a message.

One guy refused.

I get that the guy that asked is a bit of a dick, so you may want to be a dick back. But really- isn't there a line?

Good thing it's a work phone and he ultimately doesn't have a choice.

Hump Day

The Hubby is away, and after a delicious long bath I'm now sitting in front of the TV eating hot & spicy beef jerkey. To add to the evening I found a little gem of a show on the gospel channel called Clash of the Choirs. WTF?
I can't decide if I'm in heaven or hell.

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