There is a bottle of sake* the left of me and just took my anti-anxiety pill. Work has been stress while I condense two full time jobs into one job. I got my promotion on my Tony’s birthday, two days before Valentines Day. They are still working on getting my replacement in. I am more than lucky to have a job at this moment and it is nothing short of a miracle. Mid February I was the lowest employee paid out of 49 including the receptionist. Now I am working in Human Resources. One thing I have learned is never accept the first offer. There is a built in negotiation if you have the balls to ask. You must pull out those balls or you will be a resentful asshole for some time.
I am struggling with the finishing of my A.S. Degree. The last two classes consume two nights a week plus a Saturday morning. I have high self expectations of Martha Stewartisms around my house and quality time with my children. I have no time for myself these days. I can not maintain an acrylic manicure at this point. It’s just too much of a commitment. Plus, I can not stand the vietnamese banter in the background. You know they shit talk. You know it. I know it. They know we know. Blah, Blah and swallow it up because nobody want’s to hear about your bullshit.
There is a luau in the works. I love to throw parties.
Tonight I was pondering nude beaches. I’d like to go to one. Is there a like a specific one I can go to like 30 plus, I don’t work out nude club.
P.S. I have seen a plethora of taxidermic dogs in movies and such. Could I do that to Sugar. That would be slightly bizarre.
*Loree’s favorite sake is: Nigori. Shake it up until it looks like nonfat
milk. It is sweet and tastes like yogurt. What do you know?
That shit will fuck you up right quick.
Sunday afternoon, HBO inauguration music special is on in the background while the dryer tumbles. It was great until Garth Brooks took the stage. Yikes. Got passed up for a promotion and my ego is bruised probably as much as my liver. The fever blister burning above my lip is not helping the situation. I got my nails done and purchased a new top in a size larger. Got some big ass earrings to go along with. I got swallow it, that pride ya know-Big swig of medicine tasting reality. Gotta strap on those high heels and keep my mouth buttoned and smiling.
Here’s some Abe Lincoln courtesy of Mark Ryden
Filed under: Art, boobs, work | Tags: Art, art with post-its, boobs, corporate, jobs, Office, post-its, tits
I like my new job. I signed a three page job description yesterday. So now I guess I can say “That’s not in my job description.” Ha Ha.
Yesterday, I went home from lunch in full work garb. I’m talking black panty hoes (that I had to sit on the bed and hurl my legs in the air to get the things on, kinda things), knee lenth a-line skirt, striped black and grey blouse with Mary Jane heels. I gotta kick off the heels and throw on some comfies while I feed the dog, deal with 3 fundraisers, etc, multi-task on my lunch break. My comfies are huge pink target brand crocs. I went back to work forgeting my heels. Ugh, the embarrassment. It was my go to school with no pants nightmare. Here is some post-it art for your enjoyment.
Filed under: Family, Life, Vent like a pot pie out of the microwave, school, warm fuzzies, work, your mom | Tags: Beck, crazy, Food, Hollywood Bowl, Jalapeno peppers, milk, thirtysomething, voice changing
My oldest boy’s voice is cracking like Peter Brady. [OMG, I am really 33 years old.] He sustains life solely on hot pockets and frozen chocolate chip waffles (his choice not mine). He is getting an A+ 100% in Algebra in the 7th grade. He amazes me the way he makes school look like cake.
I bit into a Jalapeno pepper whole heartedly at the most esquite baby shower I’ve ever been to. It left me red faced and in tears from the fire on my tonque and lips. Milk is the only cure. Just because I am 30-something doesn’t mean I have ceased doing stupid things. Sometimes I wish it does but, then life would be boring.
I saw Beck at the Hollywood Bowl which I thought was excellent. Thom will tell you and his guitar geeks he was not impressed. Yes, you can take a bus from Lakewood to Hollywood Bowl for $5. You may bring alcohol. Yes,” bottles and cans, clap your hands, Clap your hands.” I have related to Beck for a long time. I don’t know how many times I insisted to anyone who listen that I had a Jazzersize shirt back in the day. Had to be there. My age right now is really bizarre. When I was 14, I watched Thirtysomething When I go to concerts and see the young hipsters I feel Grandma and wizard like at the same time. I feel that all of this knowledge and history and I have absorbed is too much and I want to spill it all out everywhere. Blah blah blah. I want to have the strength to give up alcohol and meat. I want to give up food for that matter. Eating is for pussies. HA ha ha ha ha.
I’m tired. ‘I will tell you about the Green Tea and most embarrasing work moment in my life later.
Filed under: MomLand, work, your mom | Tags: cube, full-time, new job, Office
Well it’s been almost a month since I left the last job. I interviewed for this job the Friday after the Monday that I left. There was a lot of HR red tape to get through however, yesterday was my first day. I am not used to a building with so many employees in cubes. Last job was, as my Rad-Tech teacher described, a doc-n-a-box. Before that I worked at the school district which really wasn’t like work, more like mothering. And previous, it’s been a slew of retail jobs. Perhaps it just the right time. Had I had a regular 9-5er in the past I would have been slaughtered with the child care cost of three. Sam is 12 and a half now, and I think his voice is changing.
Last nite Horchata and I watched Office Space, how apropos.
Some times when you leave a job unexpectedly it’s like jumping out of an airplane and wondering if your chute is going to open or not. Some people call it blind faith. Some people call it courage. Some people call it stupidity.
I have been spending my days at home with the boys and it has been swell. Noah went to the OC Fair with his friend on Tuesday. Aaron and I had a special date just the two of us at Starbucks. Sammy is growing into a tall slim preteen all of 12. He has been texting a girl! Holy Smokes! Daughter-in-laws in my futures, oh my!
Yesterday I took the kids to the Getty to see Maria Sibylla Merian & Daughters: Women of Art and Science. 
Yay, Women! Hooray Bugs! We had a great time wondering around the Santa Monica hillside stepping on the Travertine Blocks.
Next year two will be in Junior High, One in the Fourth Grade. They are growing up very fast.
They were a lot of crazy flowers to stop and smell.
Filed under: Life, unspeakable, work | Tags: I quit this bitch, jobs, quittin' time
So it’s been a week since I walked into work and my boss went all (Like Andy would say,)”Twisted Sister”
on me. I was like “
Boss?!
Anyway. I put the job behind me last Monday.
Shocked the shit out of my co-workers. I guess they didn’t think I had the balls.
Here’s to dignity and it’s rewards.
Zap!
I am totally miserable. Work stress is unbearable. One person is out and so the bosses are overly abusive. I have been working extra hours with no thanks or gratitude. Their attempts at squashing my soul have all at but succeeded. They can’t get rid of me that fast. I am staying for the long haul. I will get my limited license if it kills me. School and kids are tied up in the mix. My uncle passed away the Monday we returned from Coachella. I have been imploding and I can’t take it anymore. Nothing can numb this. Nothing seems to soothe. I am too angry to drive my car.
Last night we had the work party. It was actually my first. All of the other places I have worked never had such gatherings of co-workers. It is interesting the hierarchy of the big dogs and the underlings that comes into play, put together under a microscope, injected with alcohol and extra tension. If you know me, you know I was worrying about my red cleavage top spilling forth, wondering if I should hug or hand shake. This accompanied by PMS on high, lets just say I was a tad nervous. They were generous with gifts and welcomed my spouse.
Today I am putting aside my roll as underling.
I am 33. 
Happy Birthday to you. Merry Commerce (as Johanna would say)!
If your not going to see Snoop Dog at the House of Blues,
Stop by and buy me a drink at Bahooka’s in Rosemead.
