Scene: Afternoon team meeting
CW: Alright, I guess we should start. And Stephanie, so glad you could join us.
Me: Oh. Sure. I’m happy to be here…I guess?
CW: Well, I saw that you declined this meeting so I'm glad you could make it.
Me: Actually, I declined the previous meeting request that was on my calendar for 3am. When the meeting reminder went off on my phone in the middle of the night last night I thought it would be a good idea to decline. I mean, I like you guys, but a Team Integration at 3am is pretty much the makings of my worst nightmare.
The meeting went downhill from there, which pretty much sums up my day as a whole.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Protector
I've recently spent some time thinking about and discussing the perceptions I have of myself and how I think other people perceive me, how those may or may not match up with reality, whether certain traits of mine are positive or negative, etc.
And no, I'm not in therapy. It's just fascinating to me, but really all a bit exhausting.
Tonight I was chatting with several people who had taken a personality test recently and discussing everyone's results. It was interesting and I decided to take it myself.
The result: I'm a "Protector", which means this and also a little of this. Would you say it's a pretty accurate assessment?
Just me and Mother Teresa. Oh, and Kristi Yamaguchi.
And no, I'm not in therapy. It's just fascinating to me, but really all a bit exhausting.
Tonight I was chatting with several people who had taken a personality test recently and discussing everyone's results. It was interesting and I decided to take it myself.
The result: I'm a "Protector", which means this and also a little of this. Would you say it's a pretty accurate assessment?
Just me and Mother Teresa. Oh, and Kristi Yamaguchi.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
On the bus today...
...I sat next to Rufio.
As I was heading off the bus I wanted to shout: "Rufio! Rufio! Ru-Fi-Oooooooo!"
That's all.
As I was heading off the bus I wanted to shout: "Rufio! Rufio! Ru-Fi-Oooooooo!"
That's all.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Not Helping My Case
Now that I have a magic phone I have a camera with me at all times. It takes surprisingly good photos and I find myself taking pictures of a lot of random things. One subject in particular I've noticed taking more photos of is Max.
Yes, Max, my cat.
I just counted and I currently have fourteen photos of Max on my phone. FOURTEEN! Ugh. This is not helping me disprove that I'm a crazy cat lady.
Today I walked into the front room to find Max sitting on the arm of the chair, warming in a sunspot, staring longingly out the window and crying, which he's been doing A LOT since we moved. Staring longingly and crying, that is. So, naturally, we had photo shoot.
But really, isn't he just the most handsome cat you've ever seen? So glad you agree.
Just for funsies, below is an example of how quirky he is. This is how we spent some time the other night watching TV. He worked that spot out all by himself.
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And I just wrote an entire post about my cat....
Yes, Max, my cat.
I just counted and I currently have fourteen photos of Max on my phone. FOURTEEN! Ugh. This is not helping me disprove that I'm a crazy cat lady.
Today I walked into the front room to find Max sitting on the arm of the chair, warming in a sunspot, staring longingly out the window and crying, which he's been doing A LOT since we moved. Staring longingly and crying, that is. So, naturally, we had photo shoot.
But really, isn't he just the most handsome cat you've ever seen? So glad you agree.
Just for funsies, below is an example of how quirky he is. This is how we spent some time the other night watching TV. He worked that spot out all by himself.
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And I just wrote an entire post about my cat....
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Well, That Was Awkward
My life is full of awkward moments. Some are truly awkward and some are only awkward in my mind. Two recent examples:
The Wave
I've been wearing a pair of gloves I received for Christmas in the car on the way to work to keep my fingers from falling off before I get there. (PS-There's a reason I don't turn on the heat.) I mean, the internet is kind of my job which requires a lot of typing and clicking and without fingers it would be a little bit challenging. The gloves are the fingerless kind that have a mitten part that can either fold down over the top (to create a full mitten) or can be fastened back to leave your fingers free.
Yesterday I was waiting to turn onto a decently busy road and a nice man decided to let me in. I reached up my hand to give him the "thank you" wave and as I did so, I realized I had the mitten part folded down and was waving with a mittened hand.
I laughed to myself as I drove away, wondering if that dude even noticed a grown woman had just waved at him with a mittened hand.
The Elevator
There was a man at my lunch location making super strange noises. I really wanted to tell someone the story, but the noises would not translate through text, which is my most commonly used mid-day form of communication. So as I was walking back to work I gave a friend a call so I could recreate the sounds. She liked my story but had a funny story of her own to tell (always trying to one-up me). As I stepped into the elevator she was reaching the high point of the story and I lost it.
I was laughing kind of uncontrollably, while on the phone, in an elevator, with ONE other person.
I couldn't stop. And it was embarrassing. But I also kind of loved the story of this awkward moment and pretty much told it to everyone I came in contact with the rest of the day.
Including you, good readers of this blog.
The Wave
I've been wearing a pair of gloves I received for Christmas in the car on the way to work to keep my fingers from falling off before I get there. (PS-There's a reason I don't turn on the heat.) I mean, the internet is kind of my job which requires a lot of typing and clicking and without fingers it would be a little bit challenging. The gloves are the fingerless kind that have a mitten part that can either fold down over the top (to create a full mitten) or can be fastened back to leave your fingers free.
Yesterday I was waiting to turn onto a decently busy road and a nice man decided to let me in. I reached up my hand to give him the "thank you" wave and as I did so, I realized I had the mitten part folded down and was waving with a mittened hand.
I laughed to myself as I drove away, wondering if that dude even noticed a grown woman had just waved at him with a mittened hand.
The Elevator
There was a man at my lunch location making super strange noises. I really wanted to tell someone the story, but the noises would not translate through text, which is my most commonly used mid-day form of communication. So as I was walking back to work I gave a friend a call so I could recreate the sounds. She liked my story but had a funny story of her own to tell (always trying to one-up me). As I stepped into the elevator she was reaching the high point of the story and I lost it.
I was laughing kind of uncontrollably, while on the phone, in an elevator, with ONE other person.
I couldn't stop. And it was embarrassing. But I also kind of loved the story of this awkward moment and pretty much told it to everyone I came in contact with the rest of the day.
Including you, good readers of this blog.
The New Kid
Did you know that in addition to having a new house, I have a new roommate as well? I do. Today's fun quotes and conversations are brought you by her, The New Kid.
#1: Comment made after finishing dinner.
TNK: You know a restaurant is good when everyone in it is fat. [We were right there with them.]
#2: While lounging around the upstairs living room, discussing decorating plans.
TNK: Where's that picture of Jesus going to go?
Me: I was thinking probably above the mantle.
[Silence.]
Me: I'm kidding.
TNK: How do you know that's even really Jesus?
Me: Well, it's not a photograph...
UPDATE: I can't believe I forgot to include this one originally.
TNK: We could have an animal party. I could dress up as rabbit and you could be a...duck.
Me: Listen, just because my last name is Howard doesn't mean I have to be a duck.
I'm sure there's plenty more where that came from. I'm looking forward to it.
#1: Comment made after finishing dinner.
TNK: You know a restaurant is good when everyone in it is fat. [We were right there with them.]
#2: While lounging around the upstairs living room, discussing decorating plans.
TNK: Where's that picture of Jesus going to go?
Me: I was thinking probably above the mantle.
[Silence.]
Me: I'm kidding.
TNK: How do you know that's even really Jesus?
Me: Well, it's not a photograph...
UPDATE: I can't believe I forgot to include this one originally.
TNK: We could have an animal party. I could dress up as rabbit and you could be a...duck.
Me: Listen, just because my last name is Howard doesn't mean I have to be a duck.
I'm sure there's plenty more where that came from. I'm looking forward to it.
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
The Bus
When I moved to Seattle I knew I was going to have to start taking the bus. The thought brought on flashbacks of living in Provo and the nine months, post-graduation but pre-real job/car purchase, of busing to the PTC every day.
After starting my new job in Seattle it took me a full month to start taking the bus. I wasn't sure if the bus was different here or where my stop was and Chats McGee didn't help matters when he told me it was very confusing to know whether or not to pay when you got on or when you got off.
I was in a new city, at a new job and it was just a little too much for me.
So in true Stephanie style, I took the easy way out. I drove to work every day and paid $12 every day to park. One month and $240 later, I decided it was time for the bus. As it turns out, the bus stop was a block from my house, I flashed my badge when I got on in the morning and in the evening I didn't have to show it until I was getting off. Simple.
Money saved. Naps taken. Blogging material generated. And [insert something about the environment here]. The bus is good.
Well, here I am again in a bit of the same situation. I'm not in a new city, but I am in a new location within the city. And I've been avoiding the bus because I'm nervous. I feel like taking a new bus route is kind of like being the new kid at school. Everyone knows I'm not supposed to be there.
In my defense, last week was out of the ordinary and I was going to work early and staying late so taking the bus wouldn't have been ideal. And Monday I had a big presentation at 9am. I'm smart enough to know that testing out a new bus on a 9am presentation day is not wise.
But it's Tuesday. And I no longer have an excuse.
Tonight I researched routes and there is a 50/50 chance I'll actually take the bus tomorrow.
Want to place any bets?
After starting my new job in Seattle it took me a full month to start taking the bus. I wasn't sure if the bus was different here or where my stop was and Chats McGee didn't help matters when he told me it was very confusing to know whether or not to pay when you got on or when you got off.
I was in a new city, at a new job and it was just a little too much for me.
So in true Stephanie style, I took the easy way out. I drove to work every day and paid $12 every day to park. One month and $240 later, I decided it was time for the bus. As it turns out, the bus stop was a block from my house, I flashed my badge when I got on in the morning and in the evening I didn't have to show it until I was getting off. Simple.
Money saved. Naps taken. Blogging material generated. And [insert something about the environment here]. The bus is good.
Well, here I am again in a bit of the same situation. I'm not in a new city, but I am in a new location within the city. And I've been avoiding the bus because I'm nervous. I feel like taking a new bus route is kind of like being the new kid at school. Everyone knows I'm not supposed to be there.
In my defense, last week was out of the ordinary and I was going to work early and staying late so taking the bus wouldn't have been ideal. And Monday I had a big presentation at 9am. I'm smart enough to know that testing out a new bus on a 9am presentation day is not wise.
But it's Tuesday. And I no longer have an excuse.
Tonight I researched routes and there is a 50/50 chance I'll actually take the bus tomorrow.
Want to place any bets?
Monday, March 08, 2010
Second Job
I just got a call from “Courtney”, from a number in Murray, Utah, asking me if I could come in to work from 4:45-9:30 tonight.
Huh. I mean, I probably could, but I’m going to need a ride.
Huh. I mean, I probably could, but I’m going to need a ride.
Thursday, March 04, 2010
Conversation of the Day
This post is dedicated to the living, breathing, daily trial of my patience.
Person A: Jillian Michaels has over 100,000 Twitter followers.
Person B: ShitMyDadSays has over 2 million* followers.
Me: That is completely irrelevant to this conversation.
And it took everything I had to leave it at that.
*Totally untrue. It's 1.2MM.
Person A: Jillian Michaels has over 100,000 Twitter followers.
Person B: ShitMyDadSays has over 2 million* followers.
Me: That is completely irrelevant to this conversation.
And it took everything I had to leave it at that.
*Totally untrue. It's 1.2MM.
She's Just a Hologram
Take special note of the sweet moves at 0:08.
A few things:
1. Cayamo was a good time. A real good time.
2. iPhones really are magic.
3. Lindsay was not amused. Either that or she was in the zone.
A few things:
1. Cayamo was a good time. A real good time.
2. iPhones really are magic.
3. Lindsay was not amused. Either that or she was in the zone.
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
More Than You Ever Wanted to Know About My Ankles
Let's over-share, shall we? Perfect.
This is what I want to tell you: I have cankles. And not really even lowercase cankles, but more like CANKLES! All caps. With an exclamation point.
It all started on the boat.
You see, I can find the humor in having cankles now because it's not a permanent thing for me. I've actually, on occasion, taken pride in the fact that my ankles are appropriately sized. Here they are on the 4th of July.
I mean, if that's not an appropriately sized ankle, then I don't know what is. And now that I've said that I'm sure the canks will be here to stay. Great.
I think I noticed the cankle after the day in Belize, which would also be the day I noticed the heat rash on my legs. DOUBLE WHAMMY. It started out as just the Left Guy.
That heat rash + cankle combo is super sexy, no?
But there was nothing I could do, really. I was standing around at shows all night, every night. Perhaps drinking more Diet Pepsi than water didn't help, but that's a minor detail. Left Guy was just another roomie in our teeny, tiny cabin and Right Guy came and went. Plus, it made for some good laughs when we checked in on the status of the canks every night.
The thing is, I got off the boat on Friday and here it is Tuesday night and I'm hopped up on Benadryl and have my feet propped up on three pillows as I type this.
I have CANKLES! Still. And possibly worse than when I was on the boat.
I'm sure six hours at Disneyworld + six hours standing at a concert immediately after + plus a night of zero sleep + nine hours in an airplane + unloading a moving truck + two nights of unpacking boxes hasn't helped, but that doesn't change the fact that you can't tell where my calf stops and my foot begins.
Yesterday at work I noticed that every time I got out of my chair my feet felt like they were being pinched. By lunch I realized that the tops of my feet were puffed up over the top of my shoes. When I took my shoe off, there was a dent in my foot.
Guys, I wish I was kidding right now.
Clearly this needed to be shared. So, after a meeting I, with no other explanation, lifted up my pantleg and showed my co-workers my foot. This was the immediate response I got:
OH MY GOSH, YOU SPRAINED YOUR ANKLE!
Nope. Not a sprain. Just a gold star cankle, my friend. And when I lifted my other pantleg and they saw that Right Guy was nearly as big? Minds. Blown.
While I always love anything I can get a good story out of, I'm definitely over the CANKLES! Keep your fingers crossed that my ankle bones reappear tomorrow.
This is what I want to tell you: I have cankles. And not really even lowercase cankles, but more like CANKLES! All caps. With an exclamation point.
It all started on the boat.
You see, I can find the humor in having cankles now because it's not a permanent thing for me. I've actually, on occasion, taken pride in the fact that my ankles are appropriately sized. Here they are on the 4th of July.
I think I noticed the cankle after the day in Belize, which would also be the day I noticed the heat rash on my legs. DOUBLE WHAMMY. It started out as just the Left Guy.
But there was nothing I could do, really. I was standing around at shows all night, every night. Perhaps drinking more Diet Pepsi than water didn't help, but that's a minor detail. Left Guy was just another roomie in our teeny, tiny cabin and Right Guy came and went. Plus, it made for some good laughs when we checked in on the status of the canks every night.
The thing is, I got off the boat on Friday and here it is Tuesday night and I'm hopped up on Benadryl and have my feet propped up on three pillows as I type this.
I have CANKLES! Still. And possibly worse than when I was on the boat.
I'm sure six hours at Disneyworld + six hours standing at a concert immediately after + plus a night of zero sleep + nine hours in an airplane + unloading a moving truck + two nights of unpacking boxes hasn't helped, but that doesn't change the fact that you can't tell where my calf stops and my foot begins.
Yesterday at work I noticed that every time I got out of my chair my feet felt like they were being pinched. By lunch I realized that the tops of my feet were puffed up over the top of my shoes. When I took my shoe off, there was a dent in my foot.
Guys, I wish I was kidding right now.
Clearly this needed to be shared. So, after a meeting I, with no other explanation, lifted up my pantleg and showed my co-workers my foot. This was the immediate response I got:
OH MY GOSH, YOU SPRAINED YOUR ANKLE!
Nope. Not a sprain. Just a gold star cankle, my friend. And when I lifted my other pantleg and they saw that Right Guy was nearly as big? Minds. Blown.
While I always love anything I can get a good story out of, I'm definitely over the CANKLES! Keep your fingers crossed that my ankle bones reappear tomorrow.
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