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Month: May 2007 (Page 1 of 3)

The Puzzle Is Jenga.

I am working on an outdoor/billboard campaign for a client, and I’m working with two vendors & two time frames. I am slowly, sometimes rapidly, going insane. I told one of my reps today that it’s the equivalent of playing Jenga over and over and over, but every time you take out one single block, the whole damn thing falls down. And when I get input from one vendor, it changes what I need from the other, and honestly, this is the kind of stuff I love, the mental juggling and whatnot, but this has been pretty extreme, and I’ve had a bunch of OTHER stuff to do in the same amount of time. Plus I’m getting a crown on my tooth tomorrow, and I have The Anxiety.

So, I’ve had all these awesome things I wanted to blog about, and then I forget them. Poof, right out of my head, leaving a dark hole of memory, like a brick out of a Jenga tower. I appreciate you checking in on me, but I also realize my blog’s been about as fun as watching paint dry of late. I have knitting pictures to share, I have foodie pics to share, I still have stuff to SAY! And shout! I did get my invitation to Ravelry, and I immediately snatched it up like fresh sock yarn and clutched it to my chest with great gusto. Then this afternoon, I got invited to the De-stash blog, and so I can only conclude the stars are aligning for me. Which is nice, because if I were going to write myself a retrospective horoscope, I would say, “For the past year, you will have a lot of suckage and unsolvable puzzles and big hard emotional blocks to work with, and they will collapse around you like a Jenga tower, sometimes multiple times a day. The Jenga will sometimes be impossible to balance and you must learn to accept this futility even as you never fully stop trying to solve the puzzle.”

Today!

I had a mini-revelation in the Sun Fresh parking lot: Today? Today, I am letting EVERYTHING GET TO ME!

Bad drivers on the commute in – I yelled at several.
More bad drivers at lunch – scary!
One delivery vehicle in our parking garage – ON CRACK! Or Meth or something equally damaging. Bad news!

Mean bitchy lady at the Sun Fresh who looked me up & down like who was I to put my cart in her same stratosphere: Go directly to hell. Do not pass go. Do not collect Free Parking money. As I got around you, I actually said out loud, “Because you ARE the only one in the store.” Not loud enough for her to hear, because frankly, she looked like a person who would run up at you from behind and pull your hair, and honestly, I’ve had enough hair loss from all the stress & just. don’t. need that.

However, I’m also having a good day! I went to Indigo Wild before the Sun Fresh adventure, and had a lovely time. The staff there brings their dogs in to work, and as I was leaving, it was Dogs Outside! Time, and there was a cavalcade of four-legged furballs running around the parking lot. I picked up a couple of gifty-things & then something that’s new called “Magic Stick”. Of course, now all I hear in the soundtrack of my mind is Fiddy-Cent …. I got the magic stick….(I don’t think that song is about a stick, per se, cough, cough.)

OK, that was my quick update. I’m embracing my sensitivity to EVERYTHING (Wo, you’ve been warned) and I will just put a li’l Magic Stick on anything that bothers me!

Yes, I’m Often Described As Shy…..

I saw this over on the Knitting Cybrarian…. took it & got mixed results!

Your Personality Profile

You are dreamy, peaceful, and young at heart.
Optimistic and caring, you tend to see the best in people.
You tend to be always smiling – and making others smile.

You are shy and intelligent… and a very hard worker.
You’re also funny, but many people don’t see your funny side.
Your subtle dry humor leaves your close friends in stitches.

More later…. gotta find some outdoor boards for a client pronto!

Ripped From The Funny Pages……

I have my set of comic strips that I read religiously. Get Fuzzy, & Pearls Before Swine are my top two, and then I pretty much hit the rest of them, reading the ones I like, scanning quickly to avoid even making eye contact with the one strip that will certainly follow me straight to hell where I’ll be forced to proofread and catalog the entire collection: Family Circus. Less dangerous, but still quite uninteresting, I don’t read the soapy strips – Brenda Starr, Mark Trail, and I’m not much for the same joke over and over, which I deem to be Beetle Bailey or Wizard of Id. I read Dilbert, and it doesn’t usually make me laugh, laugh genuinely, not in that wincing OMG my LIFE! sorta way – or at least not the way Bucky or Satchel or Pig & Rat do – except then you get one that reminds you of universal truths in the working world, and I give you today’s as proof:

Welcome to Tuesday!

Gnome Peas

James has been picking snow peas like crazy this week…… before I snapped them all for tonight’s dinner, I took some pictures. One word: YUM!

gnomepeas

snowpeas

Random Happy Orts…..

-Our boss shut the office down at 2:00 today. I heard him, I thought, saying, “Go home, we’re closed!” and I started jabbering aloud (which is how we all communicate with each other, and it is why the IT developer wears his headphones frequently) “Did he just say the office is closed? Huh? Did he?” And then he came over and confirmed it, and I think Kristin shrieked a little. I might’ve even gotten a little RennFesty and Huzzah-ed. Woo hoo! Everybody’s workin’ fo’ the weekend! I got my red bandana on right now.

-I could’ve stayed & worked like mad, but since that’s what I’ve pretty much been doing all week, it was nice to just chuck the piles & files and tear out to recharge. And wear a red bandana.

-So, speaking of letting go of indignation, and pride comething before the fall and all, I had lunch yesterday with a former co-worker & found out that she’d had some lengthy chats with a person in-the-know about the state of affairs in my old department. And I mean in the KNOW. And she told said person that she never really knew much about the department, but that everything she did know had come from me. Anyone who’s read this blog for over two years knows exactly what THAT narration must’ve sounded like, and I recall many of the conversations my friend referenced involved the phrase “LOONEY TUNES” because my paranoia (justified) and anger (justified, but damaging me) and despair (inevitable) were triggered on a weekly basis. And Person In The Know? Said “She (meaning me) was right on.” Sad but true. I think I’d have reveled in the statement a lot more in the wake of leaving – now it’s just nice to know I :wasn’t: as crazy as they tried to make me feel/seem, and that I have a job I truly enjoy, and work with people who are just as nutty and creative and exuberant as I….

-For the first time in three days, I actually remembered to She Laq my eyebrows on, so I was able to express my joy more….expressively! With raised eyebrows! Like I said, if I don’t she-laq ’em, they just fall right off my face. My eyebrows aren’t bushy or dense or dark, and they need powder or pencil to really be noticeable. But those things also rub off, and the only fix I’ve found that works is She Laq. It’s spendy stuff, but I pretty much only use it on my brows, and in a year only used half a bottle. (Since I rarely forget to use it, it sees pretty regular usage, too.) I’ve read reviews of people using it on their eyeshadow & being frustrated by it making their eyelids stick – here’s a handy tip: Keep your eye shut after you She Laq the makeup on, and if you have a cold shot button on your hair dryer, use it to help speed up the drying process. THEN, apply a small amount of eyeshadow powder OVER the She Laqued lids, and you won’t have the sticky lids. And your eyeshadow will seriously stay on all day & night until you wash it off. I love makeup, can ya tell?

-Bartles & Jaymes wine coolers are on sale at the local Price Chopper, and eagle-eyed shoppers will note the “$1 off seasonal items” coupon on the display. Since the wine coolers are 2 for $5, and you can use two of those $1 coupons, dude, that’s like a four pack for $1.50. I don’t really frequent the wine coolers, but that was too good of a deal to pass up! However, I have noticed that on the last two visits, the checkers have entered my birthday year as 1910. I am SMOKIN’ for 97, let me tell you! I think it’s their easy handy-dandy number when they don’t need to card you, but still. 97?

-Three! Day! Weekend! I am reveling in the nothingness. Sleep, look out. You are going to be doing some overtime at the NuWo household! Have a safe & happy weekend, wherever you are & whatever you’re doing!

What "IN" Can You Throw Out?

I’ve had a burgeoning thought the past day or so, and it really clicked together last night before I went to sleep. We (peeps in general) spend an inordinate amount of energy on things – things that aren’t worth the energy. Some of this behavior is inevitable. Part of it is simply human nature. Another part of it is our past learning that trains us to respond, react, fret, worry, get angry. I started thinking about the words that I associate with fruitlessly expending time and energy: Insecurity, Intolerance, Indignant, Inferiority, Indecisive, Inconsiderate. There are also a bunch of “In” words that are positive, inspirational, as it were: Insightful, Interesting, Independence, Integrity, Intellectual.

Insecurity is a huge one, and it’s not something I think is realistic to say, “Today? I throw away Insecurity.” Obviously it can be managed, and that’s what I’m talking about – recognizing when some energy-sucking behavior rears its ugly head, and instead of letting it drive the bus, we put it back in its cage. For me, it’s Indignant. I spend a :lot: of time being indignant. Hell, half my blog entries about other drivers are derived from righteous indignation. But that’s exactly what made it click for me – I had a guy weaving in and out of traffic, cutting me & other drivers off, in general endangering himself and everyone in his path, and instead of screaming at him, I thought, “Wow. I hope he gets a ticket before he kills himself.” Now. Lest you think the aliens came to Kansas City and replaced half my brain with oatmeal, don’t think I’m going to stop screeching at idiots. Sometimes it’s simply therapeutic!

I’ve had some work situations, where I feel something isn’t my job or responsibility to shepherd or be the leader, and I feel indignant. Why should I have to do that? And then the whole debacle with a couple people I thought were my friends – they accused me of doing something, betraying their confidences, and the naked truth is that I simply didn’t do it. Fucking scorched earth indignation there. And frankly, I don’t take that back. I own my mistakes, I take responsibility for myself completely, and if you accuse me wrongly and say I’m lying and end our friendship over it? Fuck. I feel the indignation surging back through me as I type it out. And that’s what I’m talking about. That situation, specifically, no longer deserves any energy. I cannot change it, I will not run around and beg people who show no consideration for my feelings to be my friend and undo the damage they wrought on not only me, but many of my close friends. But when I think about it, it flares. And it’s an utter waste of time & energy. So I want to throw it away. When I feel the surge of anger, or defensiveness, or righteousness – all pieces of how I feel indignation, I want to hold up my hand & have it freeze in place. Go no further. Occupy no more time. I can’t prevent it from rising, but I can stop myself from letting it wash over me & allowing it minutes on the clock of my life.

It’s difficult to do. It’s taken me a long time to even see how indignation works against me. I know it’s part of my personality, and it’s even part of just being human and feeling defensive and coming from a place where you don’t feel you deserve a bad driver running you off the road or friends spitting in your face or having to do someone else’s job because they are hampered by their own limitations. But being angry, or indulging in the indignation doesn’t get you any closer to happiness. People confuse righteousness with happiness a LOT.

There are a ton of other words for emotions & reactions that hold us back and they don’t start with “IN”. Perhaps the best way to put it is this: What INhibitor to your happiness can you give up, set aside, control better, and instead put that energy towards positive thinking & action?

Simply SMASHING, My Dear!

Let’s see…
1. Forget coffee on the counter, check.
2. Forget to run dishwasher before leaving, check.
3. Use identically-shaped eye pencil in place of lip pencil and MARVEL the entire time that it doesn’t look like it normally does (pale lavender instead of burgundy.)Check!
4. Forget to She Laq eyebrows, have them disappear by lunch. Check.

So I’d say today’s been a bit rocky. At least (and my co-workers breathe collectively in relief) I got dressed and wore shoes. We must celebrate these things, because as evidenced by the above list, I could literally show up one day disheveled, un-caffeinated, no eyebrows, purple lips, and dirty dishes waiting at home. Without a shirt. Or worse, pants.

Off to my client meeting! No eyebrows, but have resumed the caffeine intake & my lips don’t look like I’m freezing/drowning. Carry on!

Warp Speed, Mr. Sulu!

I have got to change my ringtone, because last night was the finale of “24”, and for the past however many weeks, my cell phone ring has been the phone ring for the lines at CTU. I love saying, “Oh hang on, Jack Bauer’s calling.” Of course, I only say that to the Wo, and he tolerates it, albeit with an eye roll.

I came :this: close to downloading Chewbacca last night, and had it been louder, I would have. Chewy cracks me up, probably because on the rare occasions Suzy talks to us? She sounds exactly like a Wookiee. I think I get more entertainment just listening to the 800 different ringtones – and the drawback of listening to so many is that I’m so distracted & torn I can’t actually decide on one.

Meanwhile, work has turned into a cornpopper overnight. Industrial movie-theater sized popper. I have a rep who is twenty minutes late for our scheduled meeting, and I’m about ready to tell her (and her boss) to just pack it in and leave if/when they ever freakin’ show up. I can be late, but you can’t. It’s an EXCELLENT rule in my kingdom. I won’t do it, because there’s also always the chance I have the time wrong!

So, I realize with my Chewbacca discussion, and the Warp Speed subject line, I’m mixing sci-fi metaphors like a cocktail, and probably violating 14 different codes of the genre. But I feel like I’m traveling at Warp Speed, and yammering about everything I have to do in the language of the Wookiees. RRRRRNNNNHHHHHHH.

Tell me what your ring tone is, too! I could use suggestions.

Blammity Blam!

I am taking out things on my to-do list with the vengeance of a gun-slinger who knows she only has 48 hours to live.

Wait, that sounds frightening. I’m not dying. I just have a LOT to do, and it’s made me extremely anxious, so the best coping mechanism I know is to start systematically taking things out, one at a time. Blam! Blam! Kerpow!

Our dinner Friday night at the Capital Grille was truly lovely (and delicious), though I am not sure if it was something I ate, or a bug that I caught, because ever since, I have been in the throes of what you might call “stomach flu” or “lower GI distress” or “Did you drink the water in Mexico?” Good lordy. I am not a happy camper and so I find that just sitting very, very still is the only coping mechanism I know. I’ve taken every over-the-counter medication possible with little-to-no success. I’m not going into any further details because, as our friends from A Mighty Wind say, that’s dessert talk.

Oh, and I have a client meeting and I’m all uber-casual cool, with a lace wrap top & jeans and FLIP FLOPS because I have to show off my bright blue toenails. Guess who forgot she had a client meeting today? And is still in the process of doing laundry? Why, you are all so smart, look at you pointing at me. Silly Jen! Did it again! But my boss said I would be fine as long as :I: was comfortable, given that the office is somewhat swanky. (Where we’re going. Not ours.) Listen, buddy. I get insecure like everyone, but I will rock the flip flops. And maybe even work in the longtime goal of using the word “crackwhore” in a meeting. It’s called going for broke. BLAM! Cross it off!

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