Working On Saturday Sucks

I am preparing for a two day fundraising event that happens next weekend. I have been working long hours for weeks now with my two co-workers and I can tell you that although getting to the office when it's dark and leaving the office when it's dark sucks, it also really sucks when you have to come to the office on a weekend and it's sunny out. Boo! to long hours of work, but Yay! to comp time!

It's About Time For Some Good News

I got a new job! It's kind of a promotion, kind of a lateral move, but most definitely something that I'm more excited to do. I start next Monday. Yay!

Here is a modified staff announcement regarding my new position:

Most recently, KM has served as development assistant on the SME team, where she has coordinated stewardship events and partnered closely with the events team on the annual SME events. Previously, KM held positions with the central development and gift planning teams, where she coordinated intimate fund-raising, cultivation, stewardship, and outreach events. KM has been a tireless supporter of our events; in her new role, KM will manage projects for New Xtina related to our annual Drinking Gala and Cartoon Chaos. As one of our new event coordinators, she will coordinate stewardship and cultivation events and provide consultation to volunteers hosting fund-raisers on our behalf.

Wandering

In lieu of an actual post, I have randomness for you.

Our CEO has a runner in her pantyhose. I am embarrassed for her but loving that she is human at the same time.

D and I went to a dinner party with some of his higher-ups on Friday night. It was much better than I thought, but still nerve-wracking. On the way home, D asked both if he was professional enough and funny enough. Guys need affirmations too!

Today I told a co-worker how Scotch Guard was invented. She laughed at me. I thought everyone had heard that story in science class somewhere along the way; but perhaps I really heard it from all of my family members that work at 3M. Don't worry, I did not tell her about hymnals and Post-it Notes.

Q likes to chew her fish oil pills; this morning she squirted Carter on the nose and quickly licked it off.

Last Thursday a soon-to-be ex co-worker committed a major sin when talking to a woman. A certain director here has gained a bit of weight since starting last spring, she also carries that weight in her mid-section. (Do you see where I'm going with this?) Almost ex co-worker walked up to her with her hand reaching for her belly and asked if she was pregnant. The answer was a royally pissed off and insulted, "No." !!!

I had a facial on Saturday morning. My skin was glowing the rest of the day; I was actually in love with my skin...for about 10 hours. When I woke up on Sunday morning I had small zits all over my face. I've heard of this happening before, but it has never happened to me.

I was pleasantly surprised that Victorya was auf'd and nearly died of shock when Ricky won.

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"Bad 3 O'clock Decisions"

First, I have to say that the title of the post has nothing to do with the content because I am a loser…and a prude. The worst 3 a.m. decisions I’ve made have included being too wordy in an analytical paper and being overly snotty to a friend due to being overly tired because I DO NOT STAY UP THAT LATE. But if you have a ‘bad 3 o’clock decision’ to share, leave a comment or take it as a writing prompt! Anyway, I love Tim Gunn and I love that he is a self proclaimed old fart for not taking that to the gutter. Did you watch Project Runway last night? Oh I will miss the auft contestant, but I would have missed any of the bottom three designers. On with the post then…

UPDATE: Titan has a home! He was gone yesterday when I checked the site. Yea! I hope he is happy with his new family.

This week has not been my favorite week ever.

• Our water was off on Sunday. I still don’t know why.
• It wasn’t back on by Monday morning. That was annoying, but we had water Monday night.
• Tuesday was a stupid crazy day at work; I didn’t get to do any of my work because I was completing tasks for our support staff and my boss and I ended up doing a mailing because said support staff was too busy. It’s one thing for me to do a mailing, but my boss should not ever have to do a mailing—and I didn’t ask her to, she insisted. And then I had a huge coffee and was up until 1 a.m. (still not 3 a.m.!).
• Wednesday wasn’t noteworthy, so not bad.
• Today our alarm didn’t go off. D woke up at 7:30 a.m. and was understandably upset, but taking it out on me. I told him he could apologize to me later. Oh, I start work at 7 o’clock and he starts at 7:30 a.m. We live 30 minutes from work. Awesome.
  

But tomorrow we are going to the Timberwolves game (Thanks Kris!) so that gives me hope that the week will be better. Saturday I hope to make loads of chili and burrito components and do laundry—not exciting, but not bad.

And now you can see the reason I haven’t written this week: I’ve been in a less than stellar mood. But someone just brought me a pumpkin bar, this day is looking better already!

A Day Of Work And Bowling

You can tell it's November when I'm bowling all the time and also have to work on the weekends. This month is short on workdays and weekends, but apparently that makes it appealing for organizations to cram everything into.

This morning I was at work. We had a luncheon for donors and students. It's an easy event to work and it went incredibly well--it just took up time. At least I was served delicious pot roast for my efforts.

After changing out of my snazzy pink tweed suit (That's right, pink tweed. Oh yeah.) I put on my cute black and white bowling shirt. I didn't think it was possible to be in two such extremely different venues in one day. Although when I'm bowling with my tournament team it is rarely the 'bowling alley' you imagine or see on TV. These are mostly women's tournaments and even when we're bowling with/against the men, people there are competitive--not wearing wife beaters or My Drinking Team has a Bowling Problem T-shirts. Bowling is an odd thing as it is both a recreational activity and a competitive sport.

The center was not as kind to us as it could have been today. For starters, it was hot. My Degree was activated. Also, it took forever to get my food. And we just didn't score as well as we would have liked. We'll do better tomorrow. Yes, another full day in a bowling center. But, this time I don't have to go into work as well; and we're wearing teal.

A Fashionista I'm Not

I look presentable most days. Actually, I think I have nice clothes, I just go for comfort more often than fashion. And I'm an accessory virgin. I often day dream about going out (anywhere) looking fashionable and put together, like I purposefully put on each article knowing that they complimented each other and worked together to create the perfect look--but the effort it must take to actually DO that. Thinking about the effort stops me every time.

What I actually do, is roll out of bed and select a pair of black or gray or sometimes pinstriped pants and pair them with a solid sweater of some kind--I like to mix it up with short sleeves and long sleeves and sometimes a cardigan. (So daring, I know!) I do all of that after showering and towel drying my hair. Then I put on my wedding ring to complete the look. On Fridays and weekends I do the same thing with jeans, and sometimes a T-shirt (tanks in the summer).

This week I'm going through a Let's Try To Get Ready phase, so I've worn skirts and dresses and button up shirts (can one even say 'blouse' anymore?) and even earrings one day. Everyone at work kept asking if I had interviews scheduled. And by 'everyone' I mean two people and I wish that I did have interviews scheduled, I need to get back on that. I've felt pretty good about my outfits this week, but I know that I will eventually slide back into my favorite sweater, and then the Ugly Sweater once it gets colder. I'm trying to guard against this, but it seems inevitable.

My goal is to not only look work appropriate (which I really think that I do most every day) but to look professional and pulled together. It would be nice to pass the Ex Test (you know, the one where if you ran into an ex you would just know you looked good and wouldn't give a second thought to saying "Hi" because you're not dressed in an old T-shirt with Crocs on) or maybe more appropriate for this post, the Impromptu Executive Meeting Test--not that I wear old T-shirts and Crocs to work, but you get the idea. I'm working on it. I'll probably never be a fashionista, but maybe someday soon I'll own an accessory or two and know how to wear them.

Doughnut vs. Donut

First, let me say that I really miss Mister Donut. I used to have doughnuts with my grandparents all the time, and on my birthday we would get a box from Mister Donut--chocolate cake doughnuts with coconut--YUM. (And yes, you read correctly--chocolate cake doughnuts. I do not like chocolate, but I really loved this particular chocolate cake doughnut.)

Moving on. Kind of. I prefer donut to doughnut. I think it looks better. I like it's simplicity. My fingers would also prefer to type it. But, as an English major I must insist on doughnut.

So, the reason this is my chosen topic of the day is simply that one of my coworkers proclaimed, and others immediately agreed, that I am not a doughnut person. Some well-meaning-but-healthy-eating-plan-screwer-upper brought in doughnuts today. As I walked over to survey my options and try to decide whether or not any of them looked appealing enough, Mr. Coworker said, "KM! You're going to eat a doughnut? You're not a doughnut person." In shock, I asked, "Then what kind of person am I?" No answer. So I posed the question to Google and it brought me to a quiz.

What Donut Are You?

You Are a Glazed Donut

Okay, you know that you're plain - and you're cool with that. You prefer not to let anything distract from your sweetness. Your appeal is understated yet universal. Everyone digs you. And in a pinch, you'll probably get eaten.

Oh no! I put a blogthing in my blog! I've become that blogger. Way to get off on the wrong foot. Oh well. The topic really called for it. Really. Oh well, I hope you come back anyway!

By the way, I did end up eating a doughnut. It was a plain cake doughnut. And it was delicious. Now I'm off to ponder what kind of pastry person I am.