I believe I have lost all of my motivation for anything other than reading or lying on the couch. I am always affected by the change in seasons, but this year is ridiculous! I think another reason for my lack of motivation is my new job. I am consistently busy every day – by the time I get home, I can barely pull myself together to prepare dinner. I have gone to sleep every night this week with tons of dirty dishes piled on the cupboards.
I am currently reading “Gone with the wind.” No, I have never read the book before. I’ve lived a sheltered existence. It took me about 6 chapters to get used to the language – I still don’t like the language but at least I’ve stopped blushing! I cannot believe this book was required reading in high school (except in my class). All of the racist language and horrible insults. It is a good book though! I have never really thought about the US Civil War before. I mean, I know the Yankees won – but beyond that it really wasn’t a topic I was interested in.
Back to my motivation… Of course, I am totally looking for someone to blame right now. I lost my motivation and am demanding that it be returned to me this instant! I only have 1 class this block and I have noticed that throws me off too. I LOVE one class per block because it makes my life so much more enjoyable – but it also makes me really lazy. I had a 1000 word paper due yesterday and instead of working on it during the week; I did it all last night. You can’t imagine how hard it was for me to write 1000 words on the effects of genes and heredity on human behavior. Bah. Stupid elective class.
Maybe this weekend I will clean the house and try to get rid of the rotting food smell. I should probably clean out the cat’s water thingy… Bristol loves to put pieces of cat food in it. Ewwww floaties!!
When a person first starts at KP, the first two weeks consist of intensive training and conference calls. I have worked here for about 3 years, but I have recently switched regions and am required to go through these training calls. It is an insane practice but I guess brushing up on knowledge is never a bad thing.
Fortunately, these training sessions take place via conference calls – both online and through the phone. I have a wireless headset – so listening in on the conference calls allows me to “multi-task.” My new job is busier than previous jobs in the past – so this works well.
What I do find annoying is people who do not follow the ground rules for these meetings. We are asked to mute our phones – it’s not a difficult request. It is merely a matter of pressing a few buttons on the phone. This morning is the 2nd day of a two day training and I got to hear some dude drop his phone on his desk, a cough, talking and chewing. The first thing I do is mute my phone, but then I will have these small anxiety attacks throughout the phone call. Because this particular call is 3 hours long I usually have to use the restroom 3 – 4 times (maybe more). I have internal conversations with myself “Did I mute my headset?” “Can everyone hear me pee?” I will run through these internal conversations every single time I leave my desk.
I was just in the bathroom and was giggling uncontrollably as I had an internal conversation with myself. I pictured the moderator saying “someone didn’t mute their phone” “Can I hear water running?” “Is someone going pee?” Thoughts of this conversation cause me to giggle, which causes the other occupants of the restroom to wonder what is so funny! In thinking this, I start giggling more! Of course, I’m still hoping my headset is on mute!
I am done with the training though… bah
I only have 1 class for this session of school. What am I supposed to do with all my free time now? ha! I’m used to having two classes – homework due almost every single night. With only one class, my assignments are scarce. I might have time to actually knit! or sew! or shop! I might even be able to visit friends! My children won’t get upset with me over having to do homework!
Ahhh… the possibilities!
The facilitator from my business class was a busy beaver and graded my final project already. Usually, marks are given the Monday after the last day of class – but my marks were up yesterday. I got an A- in the class. When I was preparing my final presentation I mentioned to Michael that I was going to get comments like “the presentation needs more visual aids” and “I expected more pizazz!!” I was right! My problem is, when I do a powerpoint presentation – I make it as professional as possible. Although I am an expert in powerpoint, jazzing presentations up with visual aids and clip art just feels wrong. I had visual aids, I had a pie chart and a blinking sheep for goodness sakes! Did he not see the blinking sheep on every single page? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining – I just feel that his comments were stupid – and he’s stupid – and my presentation was stupid – and school is stupid. This was a business presentation – not a slide show of pictures from my trip to Niagara Falls (sidenote: I’ve never been to Niagara Falls… but you get the point). Isn’t it my choice to add clip art? gah! I missed 10 points on the final project and I think it’s because my presentation wasn’t jazzy enough. Where does one draw the line??? Will I be the president of some company some day and demand my assistant “jazz” up a business presentation? heck no people! heck no.
Since starting my new position, my blog reading has really lacked. I am way behind schedule and have no clue what my internet “friends” are doing! I miss writing in my blog and I miss reading other blogs. Wah!
I am busy! My new job has me hopping and I am loving it! Tons of people have asked me what exactly I am doing and the truth is… I don’t know. In fact, one of my objectives for 2008 is to create my job description. This always happens to me. I take a position, it is a new position (just created!) and I need to develop the job duties. I can’t seem to get myself into a job with a pre-defined job description.
My director and I sat down today to draft up some goals and objectives for 2008. These objectives have MEAT people! Not one of the objectives relates to calendaring or learning how to order food for meetings. The objectives contain BIG WORDS! Words I might have to look up in a dictionary! The objectives contain 2 professional development plans! What a grown up job I have!
The possibilities are endless!
Two of my girlfriends lost people very important to them this week. People that were instrumental in shaping them into the people I love today. I have been a big chicken shit and haven’t spoken to either of them to tell them how sad I am for their loss – a BIG chicken shit. I remember how hard it was for me after losing both of my grandfathers – that I can’t even imagine either of them wanting to talk on the phone. One of the songs that really helped me deal with the death of both of my grandpas is Life Without You by Stevie Ray Vaughan. It’s a beautiful song, sung by an amazing artist.
Life Without You
Oo oo now baby….tell me how have you been
We all have missed you….and the way you grin
The day is necessary….every now and then
For souls to move on….givin life back again, and again
Fly on fly on….fly on my friend
Go on….live again….love again
Day after day….night after night
Sittin here singin every minute….as the years go passing by….by, by, by
Long look in the mirror….weve come face to face
Wishin all the love we took for granted….love we have today
Life without you….all the love you passed my way
The angels have waited for so long….now they have their way
Take your place….
This week has been intense for the whole family. The boys always get so messed up with the time change. I went to bed at 8:30 on Tuesday! Something has shifted in the universe because my children are going to bed without crying, whining, or asking for 8,215,216,216,887 glasses of water. I cannot tell you how pleasurable this has been for Michael and I.
Sunday night was filled with excitement and giddiness as I prepared for my first day at a new job (I remember looking at the clock at 11:40 pm and then again every hour on the hour). Monday night, I was hopped up from the excitement of the day and could barely keep my eyes closed. Tuesday was an all day meeting – when I got home that night I was exhausted. Evan and I slept from the moment our heads touched the pillow. I didn’t even wake up when Michael moved Evan to his own bed.
The kitties are adjusting very well. They are now part of the family. Sophia no longer runs away when we walk towards her. She is the type of cat that needs a lot of attention and affection. I find myself having to carry her – so that I can pet her – so that she’ll stop being a brat and will let others pet her. She is very particular. Bristol is my love bug. He’s always got his motor running. “oh hi” purr purr purr “just getting home?” purr purr purr “i’ve been sleeping all day” purr purr purr He loves his belly being rubbed and will put his paws up on me when he wants me to pick him up. He’s just like a baby.
Our one fish is still hanging on. Michael and I were playing Super Mario Brothers a few nights ago and I asked him if the fish was dead. The conversation went like this… I’m S – he’s M
S: So, is the fish dead? I can’t see him swimming around
M: No, he’s still alive – I just fed him.
M: I can flush him if you’d like
S: NO!! That is an awful way to die! No one should have to ingest all that sewage water!
M: He’ll be dead before then – it won’t hurt
S: No! We’ll just wait for him to die – at least he gets clean (ish) water. Besides, I’ve become very attached to that fish!
S: What’s his name again?
We laughed and laughed and laughed. The deal with the fish is that Brody named them. The first name Brody chose was “eat” – we added another fish and he changed the names to “brody” and “riley.” Then one of them died.. Riley I think – so we got another fish. He was named riley too. Then one of them died again and we are down to one. I just don’t remember which fish died.
My whole point is Bristol loves to watch the fish swim in his little bowl. LOVES it more than life itself. He’ll sit on the arm of the love seat and watch him swim, then I’ll notice Bristol will slowly rise up on his hind legs… still concentrating on the fish. He’ll raise his front paws in front of him and start to swat at the fish (keep in mind the fish is still safe on the mantel in his bowl – about 2 feet from Bristol). When we first got the cats, the fish was on a shelf in our dining room. I came home one day to find almost all of the water out of the dish – which is when we moved the fish to the mantel. For a solid week, Bristol would jump up on the granite and look at the spot the fish used to be – he had no clue where the fish had run off to. It was hilarious to see him find the fish!!
Michael built the cats a climbing tree. Michael calls it the “cat extravaganza” and insists it needs to touch the ceiling. At first, i was sceptical of michael’s cat extravaganza building skills – but he proved me wrong. It looks great! The cats love it and use it – which is all that matters anyway. Between the fish and the extravaganza – the cats have provided a great deal of entertainment for us.
My life has been crazy this week! I haven’t blogged in so long, I almost forgot the password to get in here! In between trying to complete TWO final papers for school, I started a new job right when the time was changing. DO NOT DO THIS! Not only did I have to adjust my wake up time, I had to adjust the boys wake up time. There we all were, losing 1 hour of sleep due to the time change and another hour of sleep due to Mommy’s new job. My kids were exhausted and unmanageable this week!
It is DAY 5 of the new routine and we made it out of the house by 7:07 am. Now… I need to be at the train station to catch the 7:21 train – the only day I accomplished this was on Monday. I have not arrived on time to work since. Fortunately, it’s not really mattering right now – so that is good. I have very high hopes for next week – especially because the boys are very excited to be riding with mommy in the car.
As I said earlier, I have to finish two final projects for school this weekend. Both are due on Sunday – and I’ve neglected and procrastinated both projects. I was reading through the Appendix last night and it turns out I need to conduct an interview with a leader in my community! OMG!! Who could I possibly interview over the weekend?? Picture me smashing my head into the wall repeatedly and vowing NEVER NEVER to put off a final project again.
OK, so the new job is AWESOME! My boss is really great and he’s very understanding. We get along very well – which is great! I have a very busy workload, I am never without something to do. Unfortunately, because of my busy meeting schedule all week, I haven’t been able to clean out my new desk. It was a disaster! There was a whole folder dedicated to annual reports – for the past 14 years. I’m not sure when anyone would EVER need these. I can’t even imagine the head of our company needing these reports. I threw out 3 large bins full of paper. Handwritten notes from 2004, task lists starting in 2004 till the day she left, empty boxes, shipping receipts from the decade prior… sigh I know my mom is totally jealous!! Of course I act like I hate doing stuff like this – I act like it’s the worst job in the world. Secretly, I love it. For me, throwing paper OUT ranks right up there with buying office supplies (I’m a maniac for office supplies).
I’m still not sure what my complete function will be in my new role – I had a talk with my director and he said “you’ll have to develop it as you go along.” Which is so familiar, because that is exactly what I did in my past two positions. I am having a hard time getting used to how quiet it is on my floor. While at the hospital, the noise was never-ending. I can hear a pin drop! In fact, while I was cleaning out the storage closet (for office supplies) I found an electric stapler. I LOVE the extravagance of not having to staple my own papers. I plugged that bad boy in and tested it – I then realized why it was in the storage closet. The long, high pitched squeal that resonated from my cubicle had people opening their doors to see if the fire alarm was going off.
All in all, it has been a good week. I am anxious to be finished my two projects for school. I have been less than impressed with these classes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still ace’ing them – I just don’t like them. I’m starting to realize that maybe I should switch my major…
The personnel announcement went out at work today. It is official – I have a new job! It has been a whirlwind since I accepted this position! My calendar for next week is already full of meetings. Real meetings that I will be a valid participant at – not a meeting that I organize, setup, order lunches for – then leave. I have a real meeting – like a grown up!
I am really excited that the boys and I will be commuting together in the same vehicle! We are leaving the gas guzzler at home and will be taking my car. Michael will then use the car through out the day and save us millions on gas each month!
I do have mixed emotions about leaving my facility. I have really taken leadership in this office and I am going to miss all of the friends that I have made. This truly has been one of the best working environments that I have ever had. Of course, I have asked myself a million times “why are you leaving?” The answer is that I need a new challenge. Plain and simple.
We had a mandatory meeting for “prospective parents” at a Montessori elementary school on Saturday. We are hoping to win the school lottery and have Brody accepted into this fine charter school. The experience was awesome and it is exactly the type of environment that Brody would thrive in.
I didn’t think I would be this “hippie” with my children. I went to public school – that’s good enough right? Well, turns out I am hippie when it comes to the kids. We did find out that applicants outside of the county have a snowball’s chance in hell of getting in – so we’d need to move to another county to even be considered. Since we were hoping on moving anyway, this is not a huge issue. The issue is this stupid housing market! There is no way we could sell our home right now – which means we won’t be moving to the county this school is in. I mean, miracles do happen. They do take applicants from outside the county but that is AFTER all the county people have been taken. We’ll see.
Then, Evan would be ushered in the next year – and that would be fabulous! They would also be in different rooms – so both could grow and expand without the other. That is also fabulous. There are three rooms on campus, each room holds a mixture of first, second, and third year students. Basically each teacher has their set of students until the end of third year. This is totally cool! I loved my third grade teacher, Mrs. Marion, and would have preferred her for three full years of school.
It is such a supportive environment – most parents were really concerned because there are 2 teachers and about 40 students in each room. However, they weren’t counting on the support and help that the third year students provide. The teacher we were speaking with reiterated the need for second and third year students and learning leadership skills. Ah… exactly what we are looking for.
Please keep all of your fingers and toes crossed for us. We are really hoping that Brody wins the lottery and gets admitted to the school. Evan… well he’ll probably need to go to military school – but Brody would be perfect for this school (and vice versa). Oh and it also inspired me to maybe get a few finches for the house. I was so pleasantly surprised by the sounds they make.