Me and Mine

Me and Mine

Saturday, June 22, 2013

It's like they know me or something...

Me: "Boys...would you like spaghetti and meatballs for dinner?"
Mason: "No. I don't want Spaghetti-Os"
Me: "No, I'll make REAL Spaghetti and REAL meatballs like grandma makes."
Mason: "So YOU will be cooking this? So our smoke alarm will be going off all night?"

Revenge.

It's gotten to the point where I lay awake in the morning waiting for the boys to wake up. I'm going to wait a couple more years until they really love their sleep and I'm going to start going into their room at 7 AM telling them I'm hungry, or that I had a nightmare. Or ask how a can opener works or tell them Matt kicked me and he needs to be in trouble now. I might yell the spongebob theme song at the top of my lungs or turn the TV up on the highest volume. The point is, I'm planning my revenge for all these years and its going to be AWESOME!


Thursday, June 13, 2013

Corporate America is no place for hugs!

Corporate America is no place for hugs! Just a little quick story for you out there who wonder if maybe you're not hugging enough at work. A few years ago, I worked at a Fortune 100 company with a lot of very professional, successful people. I could tell because a great many of them are rude and had sticks up their...ANYWAY - a few were VERY great to work for and one was a director that was great - His name was Tony. And one day, Tony came back from a trip and stopped by my cube-cell, and he talked about his trip for a minute and I was standing up. Well the cube-cell was small and he leaned forward, for what unfortunately too late, I realized he was reaching for the stapler but I assumed in my naiveté was a hug. So I hugged him. And it was awkward. Really awkward because I realized he was holding the stapler behind my back and there was uncomfortable shoulder patting going on. I just stood there looking stupid, no words coming out, after we separated. He turned wordlessly and walked away. I was so mortified. My cheeks still burn when I think about it. So in case you ever wonder if that person is going in for a hug, they are not. They are reaching for the stapler. It only looks like a hug because your cube space is small and you're both standing up. I waited all day for HR to call my phone that day and fire me for sexual harassment, but it didn't happen. Still, a valuable lesson was learned that day. Even now handshakes seem a little too personal after that. Can we bring forward a corporate high-five? Or professional handshake.