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I’ve Been Away July 18, 2008

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I haven’t been able to write lately. Call it writers block or just pure exhaustion. Work. Work has been quite a challenge. I was recently asked to assist my VP with a project. Knowing it was going to be high visibility, I wanted to do my very best and impress. You see, as a consultant, it is utterly important to make the best impression in order to keep one’s job.  I worked an everage of 12 hour days. I don’t mean to whine, but I had not worked these hours for quite some time, as I am very used to a mximum of 45 hours. As a consultant, companies are increasingly watching those extra bill hours, even charging back consultant companies for overtime!

Needless to say, it was a challenging and time consuming project that definately impressed, so I am very happy. So now I’m back…


Half a Brain June 17, 2008

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Today was Monday. But not just any Monday. It was my day to go back to work in the “new” building. The company I currently work at unveiled it’s new building today. The hubbub of the hive was buzzing with people seaching for their hives to call their new home.

I was less than thrilled. After working from home 5 days a week, being able to catch an occassional Tyra show between meetings, and being able to cut costs for gas and food, I was not excited. I was not enjoying the recycled air, dry, bloodshot eyes and the gleaming stare from the higher-ups that passed by my desk too many times for my liking.

I was seated next to the Service Center, the hallway, the VP and his Admin. So I caught up on the latest news given to me by the Admin… how they are cutting overhead by firing people before they could move to the new building. The company made over 20 billion dollars but still didn’t hit the mark. We have all new chairs (my guess $500 each), adjustable desks (~$1200), file cabinets with cushions on top (~$500), lockers for our jackets, chairs with tables in the hallways (~$800), the newest design in table work lamps (~$300). And I’m just one Chief Peon.

I slept when I got home. My guess is that the grapes and a rice krispy bar didn’t cut it for lunch. We’ll see how tomorrow goes…


I Said I Would June 4, 2008

Filed under: Daily Grind — latteaddiction @ 3:06 am

It’s been some time since I last wrote. During the day I think of plenty of topics, but by nightfall I forget all of it. Then again, I forget a lot these days. I told a co-worker that I would write. So here I am.


Hmmm…what to talk about?


Today I…

spoke about not liking my voice on the telephone and how it sounds hoarse like Kermit the Frog, how someone I know got a good boob-job, how I am forgetting things due to my use of Zoloft, how I said I would post some of my artwork to prove I’m taking an art class, how I learned four new words in Arabic, moles, butt clenching, learned that Preparation H does not define your muscles, cats have face shapes that signifies their demeanor…

how unmotivated I am at my job, how I should provide recommendations on project presentations, that Larki means female and Gori means white and the fact that I probably spelled them wrong, that I watched the Star Wars Saga background and how George Lucas made his films, the show Intervention, helped my co-worker obtain a telephone number when his computer access was turned off prematurely…

gave a presentation, discovered that I am sharing a cube in the new building and therefore may be able to continue to telecommute, looked up old friends on, painted lights, emailed a friend that just quit her job (my former employer) YEAH, invited a friend to an open house, looked at a friend’s picture, checked Facebook…

watched Nancy Grace, told a friend about my previous experience in Internet Security – how boring it became, told my father I had purchased a hand-held sander, looked at my half-eaten dill weed in my flower pot, said moooo, did laundry, cleaned up water, worked out in my home, ate peanut butter, feel tired.



Day in the Life of May 20, 2008

Filed under: Daily Grind — latteaddiction @ 2:20 am

So I was thinking the other day, “why not write down those things I do everyday?” I was going to title this blog “Tuesday” but as you can see I changed my mind last-minute. Each day goes into the next without any major milestones; appointments to keep, deadlines to meet and boring moments in front of the boob-toob.  I realized that I spoke to my co-worker every day, explaining my day’s trials and tribulation of ‘what went wrong’ the day before or the day before. It was at this point that I realized I should be logging my stories, at least to keep my failing memory sharp.



Friday evening I was late to meet friends for a walk around the lake. The lilac trees were in bloom – white and violet with a wonderful smell that carried over the lake. On the walk we spotted groups of girls and boys dressed in formal wear, huddling close to the mini-golf course. It was 7pm and they were in their low cut, short dresses. My friend (we’ll call her Lila) and I began with our usual questions and comments… Were they at prom? Was it the local high school? Why were they wearing short dresses if it were prom? That dress color is not cool for prom! That  dress is too casual! we finally asked a man standing close-by with his dog that looked as bored as some of the kids. Yes, it was prom and they were going out to eat and dancing. After our walk we went to a local Tex-Mex restaurant. Considering I had just returned from San Antonio, I was expecting great things. Not so much. The hot cocoa was great but the meal was anything memorable.


Saturday I spent the day alone at the local artist show called Art-A-Whirl, a Minneapolis annual festival for sculptors, painters, photographers and the like. I viewed the amateur and pro artist’s works, putting my nose right up to some to determine what sort of gold they used – to cause the price to be so damn high. But then I remembered, art can cost anything. I had wondered if they used the Ralph Lauren method of marketing… mark it up so it appears to have value – even when it costs less and is actually quite ugly.


I had a backache half way through the tour, but chose to trudge onward, trying to figure out if it was cramps or a backache. It was cramps. In my 37 years, I should know the difference. No supplies, no aspirin, no bathroom with supplies. Why now, why me? The art show isn’t exactly in the best part of town and I had to wrack my brain to remember where a decent gas station was where I didn’t have to feel accosted by greasy men and guys with their underwear sticking out of their hind-end. No tampons in sight – ah, they were under the checkout. No bathroom. I had to ask to use the “restrooms not for public use” toilet with a broken handle. I noticed someone left their DNA in the toilet, so in my attempt to flush I panicked for a sheer second as nothing happened. Crap, now I was going to have to go to another store. I gave it the “panic jiggle” and “success”, I was able to flush. Whew! I thanked the clerk and thought about how I would have been so embarrassed if I were still 18.  I left feeling dirtier than when I arrived.


I shopped until my little feet could not bear to move another inch. I headed to my local California Pizza Kitchen to eat a midnight snack, well, practically midnight. While at the bar I perused the overpriced art magazine I picked up all the while not to cause attention to anyone that may disturb me and my feet. My hopes were quickly dashed when the out of town drunk guy sauntered to the bar to distinctly pronouncing that he owned a restaurant in Oregon. He attempted to make a comment about reading a SkyMall magazine, wondering how they thought of all those crazy items… I agreed, “ummhmm”. He got the hint and left.


Sunday started with Arabic class. I had stayed up late to finish my homework, procrastinating again until Saturday night. I made sure to prepare myself and leave early. I needed my coffee so I could forget that I had to wear hijab and tinker with it all through class. I’m a born and bred Minnesotan, but married a Muslim. No problems, just changes and unfamiliarity. Class went well and we were off to a birthday party within the next hour.


After the last minute Target stop for a gift (husband not planning), we made our way north 45 minutes. The party was the usual suspects, my husband’s friends from his weekend sports and their wives. I wore my tan dress pants and a tunic with blue to accent my blue eyes. It seemed that whenever I chose to dress-up the Desi’s would dress-down and vice versa. So I was happy to see a “new” girl scantilly dressed – highly unacceptable for a Desi party – well at least for my age range. 


On our way home we did our monthly shopping at the Desi store (for those unaware, Desi can stand for Indian or Pakistani people). The smell of curry and moth balls… a smell only a Desi can understand and love. I stuck out like a sore thumb in the store, blond hair, blue eyes, dressed in tight closes (compared to Desi standards).

Mangos, Tabouleh, Hummus…yum.