A Bad Remake

“It’s the same thing every day, Clean up your room, stand up straight, pick up your feet, take it like a man, be nice to your sister, don’t mix beer and wine ever…oh yeah, don’t drive on the railroad tracks.” ~Phil Connors~ Groundhog Day It’s Day 72 of working from home during a pandemic. I’m fine except some days I feel like Phil, on repeat, only as a woman with a brother. While no two days have been exactly alike,Read more

Resilience and Sacrifice

It’s Memorial Day in the United States. This is a federal holiday when we honor military personnel who have died while serving in the U.S. Armed Forces. I am reminded of the elderly neighbor downstairs, Clyde, who passed away two years ago on this day. He was a Navy man who donned his original uniform every year and either marched in the Memorial Day parade or paid homage by watching the parade with his wife. Clyde was proud to haveRead more

A Stimulating Face Palm

I was emailing back and forth with a peer on Tuesday. Peer congratulated me on a work-related accomplishment and then asked if I got “the $5,000 check yet.” (She was referring to the latest stupid plan to help people who are struggling financially in the U.S. by allowing them to take a loan of $5,000 from their future Social Security payments. I’m not going to discuss my opinion of this stupid plan here, as this is only an explanation ofRead more

This Past Week…

This past week was a bit stressful. Most of it was at the hand of my employment – planning interviews, setting up Zoom links, inviting candidates, chasing after candidates for their resume and references even though I sent at least three emails asking for them, answering requests for records, and the constant search for PPE supplies for employees that still work in the office one or two or three days a week. There’s more, but I will not bore youRead more

Work, Home and Out There

Welcome to my new temporary normal! For the time being. Parts of it may look like your new temporary normal. With the current state of pandemic affairs, here’s what the past week has been like for this blogger. WORK Oh my word, it has been crazy busy. I have been going to work, but only because ours is a small office (less than 10 people) and I’d rather spreadsheet with two large monitors than squint at a laptop while listeningRead more

Three Times

Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time. ― Marthe Troly-Curtin It’s Sunday as I type, and eight inches of expected snow is falling to the ground. White and fluffy and accumulative. Meanwhile, a marathon of NCIS Los Angeles is playing on the TV and Gibbs the cat can’t make up his mind if he’s needy, hungry or needy. It is all I can do to not “waste time” on the couch. Lay sideways. Nap. Watch TV. It’s that kind ofRead more

Requesting Answers

wack·a·doo·dle /ˈwakəˌdo͞odl/ noun: wackadoodle 1. an eccentric or fanatical person. I was chatting back and forth with a peer last week, someone with an even crazier sense of humor than yours truly. We have had several silly “interesting” conversations over the years. Extremely interesting. (And not inappropriate, I might add.) Simply weird and crazy senses of humor coming together in an email string or over the phone. On this occasion, I was called a wackadoodle, the crazy eccentric person thatRead more

SoCS: If He Could Talk

“Oh boy…” “What is it Gibbs?” “Why don’t you ever stay home?” “I am home, sitting here in my pajamas.” “I mean all day.” “Oh…” “It’s one of those two days when you don’t have to earn money for kibble.” “Yes it is.” “Then why don’t you stay home?” “Because I have other things to do.” “Like what?” “Like shopping for food, my own kibble if you will. Or shopping for clothes, having lunch with friends, going to church, ridingRead more

SoCS: Another Left Turn

The way I travel to work is filled with lines and blue skies and an airport fence. It’s straightness follows a curve, a detoured right turn, a left turn, then up a hill. Past houses both small and hugely expensive, past groves of green and yellow trees, past a trail crossing. Another left turn. Driveways on the left, a narrow road, the foliage of green weighs heavy on a barrier fence. Almost there and then I stop. The light isRead more

Pen Thievery

“It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one.” ~George Washington~ I cannot tell a lie. I must offer a confession. A pen and pencil thief am I. I’m not sure how it happened. Was it consciously or did an inner darkness find its way to my soul? I cannot tell you when this started, but pen thievery has been in my blood for a number of years. It may have started with a work pen that inadvertentlyRead more

Ten Cent Words

Early one morning at work… A co-worker and I were discussing why one of our Supervisors had reserved the conference room. Actually, it was more like guessing. When the conference room is reserved, the purpose of its use is not always clear. Sometimes the room is only reserved by name and the time period due to confidentiality – personnel issues, interviews, etc. We were wondering if it was a confidential thing, a meeting, or something else. Given our similar senseRead more

Scrunching. Gaping.

“Are you catching flies or what?” ~Pauline~ When I was young, I heard this line on occasion from my mother. It usually happened while intently watching a favorite cartoon or TV program. I couldn’t help myself. My big teeth and overbite kept getting in the way of always keeping my mouth closed. It still does. I catch myself doing it at work while intently watching an Excel spreadsheet, and also scrunching my face so I can see better with theRead more