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

My Middle-Aged Crush

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/)

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.