Wednesday, December 3, 2008
This may be our last year, or at least one of our last years, for Santa Claus. The Boy is already surrounded by doubters, yet he still believes. Perhaps he's not ready to let go of his childhood too soon. Perhaps he is inspired by the magic of Christmas, the spirit of giving and the visions of sugar plums that dance in his head.
Or perhaps he wants to believe that he is getting a Wii for Christmas, like Santa promised last year.
It doesn't matter. He still believes.
How did the time go by so quickly?
I took a nice summer break, only to start looking for a job just as unemployment hit a new high and the markets tanked. Now that's timing!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
They finally did it - at home laser hair removal! But there's a catch. There's always a catch, isn't there? The catch on this one is that it costs $995. That's more than two weeks worth of unemployment. Anyone want to buy a time share in one of these?
Read more here.
I am loving the Neutrogena Healthy Skin Rejuvenator line. Right now, I'm using the puffs and the serum, and in less than two weeks, I can see a difference in my skin. It feels much softer, as well. I also use Neutrogena's tinted moisturizer with sunblock, but not the one from this line. So I didn't need a Clarisonic after all! But mostly, I want to look like Diane Lane.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
I'm enjoying my break, and really appreciate that it may be a long time before I get such an extended break again, but I have to admit that I'm starting to get bored. I need a new project. Since the boy has been at day camp for the past two weeks, I'm getting really sick of my house. If I'm not back at work in September, I'm going to have to come up with something interesting to do.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
They hired someone else for my job, at less than $10K above what I was making part-time. Poor guy just sold his life for peanuts. And I don't have to go back there! Yippee!
I say almost, because I haven't received official notice. I got a "courtesy call" (which I take as something unofficial) and phone calls from some of my friends. So I don't have a separation date, and I need to take care of the COBRA and apply for unemployment (which he better not fuck with or I will sue the SOB.)
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
I have an interview! Which just happens to take place on the day I'm supposed to have my "review." HA! Bite me, you arrogant bastard!
Friday, May 16, 2008
When I was a little girl, I loved Keith Partridge. Now I love Keith Olbermann.
I started this blog thinking I would write light-hearted comments on life as a middle-aged woman, but my life has taken several crazy turns. I may soon be unemployed (and am actively looking for a new job) and if we had universal health care, I would have walked a month ago.
This is my boss (except for the "unusually bright" part. He's far less bright than he thinks he is):
The Controlling Egomaniac:
Most often found in organizations built on the celebrity or accomplishments of one person, the Controlling Egomaniac is unusually bright and extremely driven. These individuals frequently launch and run organizations that communicate a strong vision and mission statement. Friendly and charming to people who can do something for them, Controlling Egomaniacs make it clear that the institution, company or department they oversee is their show.
A defining characteristic of this kind of boss is insatiable hunger for fame, respect and status. As a result, Controlling Egomaniacs tend to overinflate their abilities and magnify their accomplishments. They’ll cater to anyone — the press, fundraisers, politicians — who can enhance their star quality.
Although the personality of a Controlling Egomaniac is often charismatic and engaging, working for this creature is another story. These are the original micromanagers. They don’t know how to delegate and can’t handle criticism.
Anyone who works for a Controlling Egomaniac must obey the cardinal rule: no one can outshine me.
(From "Working with you is killing me"http://www.wwyikm.com/)A defining characteristic of this kind of boss is insatiable hunger for fame, respect and status. As a result, Controlling Egomaniacs tend to overinflate their abilities and magnify their accomplishments. They’ll cater to anyone — the press, fundraisers, politicians — who can enhance their star quality.
Although the personality of a Controlling Egomaniac is often charismatic and engaging, working for this creature is another story. These are the original micromanagers. They don’t know how to delegate and can’t handle criticism.
Anyone who works for a Controlling Egomaniac must obey the cardinal rule: no one can outshine me.
To top it off, this week, our house was burgled. All they got was stuff, mostly small electronics and other easily replaceable things, but they took my grandmother's diamond that I wore as a pendant.
It's just stuff. We are all safe. The boy is doing okay, but he is still scared at night. He learned a new word. It begins with "mother."
I think I got a few new gray hairs over this one.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
I've had a terrible week. I'm trying to get in the right frame of mind for Easter and the coming of Spring.
Monday, March 17, 2008
I saw the first crocus of the year today. It's almost over. Thank god.
Monday, February 25, 2008
I so want this. It's called a Clairsonic and it works like a sonicare toothbrush, except it's for your skin. My skin is getting dry and wrinkly, yet I still have clogged pores. That really sucks.
It costs $200, which would be cheap if it really were the miracle worker it says it is. I've bought too many beauty products that have been crap (remember the epilady?) to really believe that this would be the solution to my skin care woes.
Maintenance in the 40s is getting more and more expensive. Maybe after camp is paid for, I'll buy one. Hope springs eternal.
Friday, February 22, 2008
I've been thinking a great deal lately about my upcoming birthday, when I will reach what is hopefully my half-way point. By upcoming, I mean in October. I tend to get ahead of myself with these things, so that by the time the actual day comes, it will be no big deal.
It took me awhile to even come to grips with being 40 -- I think I spent about 2 years saying I was 40 when asked, not lying, just that it took me so long to get used to it. So here I am, almost 45 and wondering how in the hell that happened. I'm very optimistic about saying the half way point, especially since neither of my parents saw 60, but there are some significantly old genes in my family and I'm hopeful I got at least a few of them.
I went with students from work to visit a nursing home on Valentine's Day and was reminded of 3 important lessons:
1) Be nice to the people who will pick your nursing home.
2) Save your money.
3) Floss.
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