i feel like i can already blog about the next few days. tomorrow: wake up, yoga, breakfast, work, snack, yoga, bed. wake up, yoga, breakfast, work, snack, yoga, bed. thursday, wake up even earlier, yoga if motivated, hearty breakfast, work....
who knows what my life holds after that? i'm at the point of the holiday where i can't imagine life after it.
actually, i'm at the point of the holiday where i've spent so much time anticipating it, i can't handle it actually BEING here, working of 38 the next 72 hrs. my feet hurt already. however, i've been ddoing all paperwork, and so have no thorns in the hands yet. i feel like it's been days since i've touched a flower! it's all card messages and credit cards for me.
Showing posts with label holiday madness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holiday madness. Show all posts
11.2.08
10.2.08
last weekend
oh, it's been nice. friday night was d's actual birthday, and i'd spent more money than i had on taking her to milwaukee, so i just cooked out of my share for dinner for her. she had nasty traffic taking jr to his dad's, so i had a nice leasurely time cooking myself before she came. i made my favourite new recipie,the delicious cauliflower basil soup. and i had more lettuce to use up, so i tried anne's much hyped all recipies dot com. and there i found this little salad which delighted and astounded us. i'd never melted sugar on the stovetop before, and i was quite proud of myself. it was stupendously delicious... especially for a SALAD, featuring LETTUCE.
saturday we slept in, and were lazy. lots of book reading happened this weekend. d's into harry potter right now, so she's had a tome she's been lugging around for a while. and i started devil in the white city again, and i think i'm going to finish it this time, even if i don't have a crush on erin mckeown anymore. i cleaned up my hotspots in my house, which was very good for preparing my house and mind for vday, and then d made dinner while i went to the laundromat. (thank you liz. now instead of focusing on the laundry part of the trip, i can rejoice in the automated-ness of it. instead of being grumpy about pushing my laundry over the icy sidewalks and through the snow, i can be glad i'm not out at the river with a washboard or boiling pots on my stove. instead, it's remincient of that fabulous german slang for atm, bankomat.)
after dinner we went to the valentines day square dance and had just a great time. hugo showed up to take ch home, and d and i ended up having a party over at ch's, and we drank, stayed up late, ate cheese fondue and played elfenland. whoo hoo!
this morning was pretty much more of the same. i'd finished most of my list yesterday, so there was little i HAD to do today. i put away what laundry was dry, did some mending, and then d and i made yet another meal- my fridge is stocked with lentil-y dishes and other yummy sustainance. we played more games- rook and cribbage- and she took my recycling for me, since we didn't manage to leave the house today. so everytihng on my list is ready for the holiday.
bring it on!
saturday we slept in, and were lazy. lots of book reading happened this weekend. d's into harry potter right now, so she's had a tome she's been lugging around for a while. and i started devil in the white city again, and i think i'm going to finish it this time, even if i don't have a crush on erin mckeown anymore. i cleaned up my hotspots in my house, which was very good for preparing my house and mind for vday, and then d made dinner while i went to the laundromat. (thank you liz. now instead of focusing on the laundry part of the trip, i can rejoice in the automated-ness of it. instead of being grumpy about pushing my laundry over the icy sidewalks and through the snow, i can be glad i'm not out at the river with a washboard or boiling pots on my stove. instead, it's remincient of that fabulous german slang for atm, bankomat.)
after dinner we went to the valentines day square dance and had just a great time. hugo showed up to take ch home, and d and i ended up having a party over at ch's, and we drank, stayed up late, ate cheese fondue and played elfenland. whoo hoo!
this morning was pretty much more of the same. i'd finished most of my list yesterday, so there was little i HAD to do today. i put away what laundry was dry, did some mending, and then d and i made yet another meal- my fridge is stocked with lentil-y dishes and other yummy sustainance. we played more games- rook and cribbage- and she took my recycling for me, since we didn't manage to leave the house today. so everytihng on my list is ready for the holiday.
bring it on!
4.2.08
quickie
thanks for the comments, yo.
unfortunately past my bedtime, and i have to get up 4 more times this week. so no long blogging for me. but you should know:
1. meet my therapist tomorrow
2. d and i had a fabulous time this weekend... in milwaulkee!
3. wow. you haven't heard ANY of the computer updates. the geeky guy came by, ran his tests, and said that our harddrive's fine- but our motherboard is dead. really, there's no replacing it on a system that old. so we called teleflora about the little toyota of floral software instead of the cadillac- and THAT is going to cost us $13,000. i said we'd go with the $10.000 version, thanks, but then he reminded me we pay $300 a month to maintain our software, and the new toyota version is only $150 a month. so we went with that. we'll get our hardware and three days of training as soon as we can get dsl.
the floral situation keeps getting worse. our software people won't train us unless we have highspeed hooked up. dsl was promised BY friday, but now they say it won't get hooked up till next monday. so we said fuck you to our phone company and called rcn and are getting cable. hopefully. dude comes by tomorrow to make sure we can. as ch says, we are totally due for some good karma. it started out by hoping we could get it done before the weekend so we wouldn't have to work sat and sun. now we're hoping we CAN work over the weekend, because mon-tues-wednesday training in the midst of v-day is a nightmare i won't fathom.
unfortunately past my bedtime, and i have to get up 4 more times this week. so no long blogging for me. but you should know:
1. meet my therapist tomorrow
2. d and i had a fabulous time this weekend... in milwaulkee!
3. wow. you haven't heard ANY of the computer updates. the geeky guy came by, ran his tests, and said that our harddrive's fine- but our motherboard is dead. really, there's no replacing it on a system that old. so we called teleflora about the little toyota of floral software instead of the cadillac- and THAT is going to cost us $13,000. i said we'd go with the $10.000 version, thanks, but then he reminded me we pay $300 a month to maintain our software, and the new toyota version is only $150 a month. so we went with that. we'll get our hardware and three days of training as soon as we can get dsl.
the floral situation keeps getting worse. our software people won't train us unless we have highspeed hooked up. dsl was promised BY friday, but now they say it won't get hooked up till next monday. so we said fuck you to our phone company and called rcn and are getting cable. hopefully. dude comes by tomorrow to make sure we can. as ch says, we are totally due for some good karma. it started out by hoping we could get it done before the weekend so we wouldn't have to work sat and sun. now we're hoping we CAN work over the weekend, because mon-tues-wednesday training in the midst of v-day is a nightmare i won't fathom.
25.4.07
cut and paste
wrote this for a comment on below the eight, but why stop there? blog readers deserve a little somethin somethin too.
"oh god. did you all not get our FLYERS? we've been trying to promote the hell out of adminstrative professionals week (yes, it's a week now) for all of april. and still no one realizes it until someone gets into the same elevator with a balloon. i was at work 2 hrs early today- my shift was 12 hrs long. a flowershop in the sears tower gives you a different perspective on life than just about any job you could have.
also i'm a little miffed at the floral industry because they've been promoting it as professional secretaries week this week - because they think ap confuses people. but now the flower people and the balloon people are warring, and no one knows who to believe. around the flower shop, it gives us a little bit of pleasure to refer to it as admin ass day. "
also, joe, you're a loser for not showing up. everyone needs to show up on a holiday. and i'm drunk. too many drinks after work with ch- should have gone to the spectacle space and put in a few hours there, but sometimes, you're just too tired.
"oh god. did you all not get our FLYERS? we've been trying to promote the hell out of adminstrative professionals week (yes, it's a week now) for all of april. and still no one realizes it until someone gets into the same elevator with a balloon. i was at work 2 hrs early today- my shift was 12 hrs long. a flowershop in the sears tower gives you a different perspective on life than just about any job you could have.
also i'm a little miffed at the floral industry because they've been promoting it as professional secretaries week this week - because they think ap confuses people. but now the flower people and the balloon people are warring, and no one knows who to believe. around the flower shop, it gives us a little bit of pleasure to refer to it as admin ass day. "
also, joe, you're a loser for not showing up. everyone needs to show up on a holiday. and i'm drunk. too many drinks after work with ch- should have gone to the spectacle space and put in a few hours there, but sometimes, you're just too tired.
15.2.07
how can it be past my bedtime already?
damn you, internet! damn you!
ch has to go get his wound inspected tomorrow morning. i'm opening the shop. ugh. today was hard. tired. as ch said, we came in to prop each other up.
i do need to tell you the pterodactyl story, though.
so on valentine's day i was mostly in the back, tagging deliveries, routing deliveries for the walkers, and making will-call arrangements. but michael had gone to lunch or the bathroom or something, and i was keeping an eye on the front. i hear this group of 3 stupid straight men come in and mary's on the phone with a customer and i hear her say to the new guys, "um, all that's already been sold!" i let mary stick to her customer on the phone while i take on the guys by the cooler, who have opened it up and are fondling all my will calls, poking at the plastic of delivery orders. i dive between them and the cooler, and am like this stuff's already been sold, let me show you what you can buy, you have options. and the guys are all offended, like dude, i was just looking at it! calm down!
it's valentines day. in a flower shop. you want to see calm, go to the health club or something.
so as i'm walking to the available tulips and boxed dozens, one of them says to the other, dude, she came flying in here, shreeking like one of those, what is it, like a pterodactyl or something. at which point i said, you know, i don't think i'm going to be able to help you. you're going to have to wait to have someone else help you. and i walked to the back.
now granted, it's a great insult. much better than something uncreative, like screaming harpy or something. but it still made me feel bad. (BADLY, it's an adverb.)
with any job, you're going to have bad customer service moments. another winner of yesterday was when a customer was giving michael a hard time, she brought in balloons for him to blow up. and i said, no, you can't, the rule is 3 hr. turn around. she was NOT happy to hear that and stormed out. less than an hour later, she stormed back in, with inflated balloons and a paper wrap of flowers. can we help you? we asked. no, i want to speak to HIM! she said, pointing her boquet at michael, who was on the phone. "THIS IS THREE HOUR TURN-AROUND!" she proudly announced, shaking her balloons at him. then she stomped out again.
so today, a woman comes in, and says to ch and i, you have an employee who works here who helped my boyfriend yesterday- she has short jet-black hair, she's short, not really skinny or large.... ch and i look at each other. mary and i are the only women, we both have brown hair, and she's large and i'm definately skinny. dennis, perhaps? i ask. she's like, well, maybe it was a guy, but i want you to know that that employee lost you three customers. at this point i knew. i said to the woman, who was continuing with how rude the employee was, and how she's gonna tell everyone she can not to shop here, "oh yes. that was me helping them. they were trying to buy my deliveries." i turned to ch and said, "they were the ones who called me a pterodactyl." and i again retreated to the back of the shop, leaving ch to defend me. he did an excellent job, saying, "ma'am, it's valentines day." which she found to be no excuse. then her BOYFRIEND came in, and ch ended it with i'm sorry if my employees behavior offended you, but it's a very stressful time, and i know she thought about their comments for the rest of the day. it's not very classy to call people pterodactyls. i don't think i want those sort of people as customers anyway.
so i felt loved, yet guilty. cause you know, i love my job. i believe it is my job to bring joy to peoples lives, to create a physical embodyment of their emotions. i believe in my company ( i told someone the other night at square dancing, when we were talking about working for the man, that your life's pretty good if ch is the man) and i want everyone to love us as a buisness as well as me personally. i was shaking i was so upset by the whole incident. then we watched them through the glass wall go over to the hair salon where the girlfriend was getting a manicure and pedicure. and then. the boyfriend. comes back into the flower shop. he wants to apologize. he says to me, he wants me to know he never called me a pterodactyl. it was the guys behind him. i apologized for being rude and screeching. he then asks ch sheepishly, what we have for sale. ch negotiates a short rose vase, bargaining calls it a peace offering. so within 15 minutes of girlfriend saying she was going to make sure no one she knows ever buys anything from us again, who's buying flowers from us but her boyfriend. oh, sweet, sweet justice. we watched him go back over, i saw him with the flowers standing over her, with her feet in the basin. we couldn't imagine she'd do anything but use the vase to knock his front teeth in. but we saw no more drama. it was 2 and we had to eat lunch.
really, i have nothing more to say. i just want to set a record of some sort with the huge number of occourances of the word pterodactyl in this entry.
ch has to go get his wound inspected tomorrow morning. i'm opening the shop. ugh. today was hard. tired. as ch said, we came in to prop each other up.
i do need to tell you the pterodactyl story, though.
so on valentine's day i was mostly in the back, tagging deliveries, routing deliveries for the walkers, and making will-call arrangements. but michael had gone to lunch or the bathroom or something, and i was keeping an eye on the front. i hear this group of 3 stupid straight men come in and mary's on the phone with a customer and i hear her say to the new guys, "um, all that's already been sold!" i let mary stick to her customer on the phone while i take on the guys by the cooler, who have opened it up and are fondling all my will calls, poking at the plastic of delivery orders. i dive between them and the cooler, and am like this stuff's already been sold, let me show you what you can buy, you have options. and the guys are all offended, like dude, i was just looking at it! calm down!
it's valentines day. in a flower shop. you want to see calm, go to the health club or something.
so as i'm walking to the available tulips and boxed dozens, one of them says to the other, dude, she came flying in here, shreeking like one of those, what is it, like a pterodactyl or something. at which point i said, you know, i don't think i'm going to be able to help you. you're going to have to wait to have someone else help you. and i walked to the back.
now granted, it's a great insult. much better than something uncreative, like screaming harpy or something. but it still made me feel bad. (BADLY, it's an adverb.)
with any job, you're going to have bad customer service moments. another winner of yesterday was when a customer was giving michael a hard time, she brought in balloons for him to blow up. and i said, no, you can't, the rule is 3 hr. turn around. she was NOT happy to hear that and stormed out. less than an hour later, she stormed back in, with inflated balloons and a paper wrap of flowers. can we help you? we asked. no, i want to speak to HIM! she said, pointing her boquet at michael, who was on the phone. "THIS IS THREE HOUR TURN-AROUND!" she proudly announced, shaking her balloons at him. then she stomped out again.
so today, a woman comes in, and says to ch and i, you have an employee who works here who helped my boyfriend yesterday- she has short jet-black hair, she's short, not really skinny or large.... ch and i look at each other. mary and i are the only women, we both have brown hair, and she's large and i'm definately skinny. dennis, perhaps? i ask. she's like, well, maybe it was a guy, but i want you to know that that employee lost you three customers. at this point i knew. i said to the woman, who was continuing with how rude the employee was, and how she's gonna tell everyone she can not to shop here, "oh yes. that was me helping them. they were trying to buy my deliveries." i turned to ch and said, "they were the ones who called me a pterodactyl." and i again retreated to the back of the shop, leaving ch to defend me. he did an excellent job, saying, "ma'am, it's valentines day." which she found to be no excuse. then her BOYFRIEND came in, and ch ended it with i'm sorry if my employees behavior offended you, but it's a very stressful time, and i know she thought about their comments for the rest of the day. it's not very classy to call people pterodactyls. i don't think i want those sort of people as customers anyway.
so i felt loved, yet guilty. cause you know, i love my job. i believe it is my job to bring joy to peoples lives, to create a physical embodyment of their emotions. i believe in my company ( i told someone the other night at square dancing, when we were talking about working for the man, that your life's pretty good if ch is the man) and i want everyone to love us as a buisness as well as me personally. i was shaking i was so upset by the whole incident. then we watched them through the glass wall go over to the hair salon where the girlfriend was getting a manicure and pedicure. and then. the boyfriend. comes back into the flower shop. he wants to apologize. he says to me, he wants me to know he never called me a pterodactyl. it was the guys behind him. i apologized for being rude and screeching. he then asks ch sheepishly, what we have for sale. ch negotiates a short rose vase, bargaining calls it a peace offering. so within 15 minutes of girlfriend saying she was going to make sure no one she knows ever buys anything from us again, who's buying flowers from us but her boyfriend. oh, sweet, sweet justice. we watched him go back over, i saw him with the flowers standing over her, with her feet in the basin. we couldn't imagine she'd do anything but use the vase to knock his front teeth in. but we saw no more drama. it was 2 and we had to eat lunch.
really, i have nothing more to say. i just want to set a record of some sort with the huge number of occourances of the word pterodactyl in this entry.
6.2.07
hunkering
ch mentioned monday that he's in vday mode, deleting all but the essentials from his life. he wasn't going to go to square dancing,e ven, this week. but i persuaded him. i ended up going to his house after work. this had the mutually benificial strategy of a. me getting him moving so he wouldn't just go to bed, but instead go dance, and b. him feeding me a particularly delicious dinner (toast cubes, cheese, broccoli and zucchini, and eggs)
was so tired after dancing. it'd been a crazy day after work. but did the right thing, and called my friends back. or was it the right thing? a's terribly depressed, scarily depressed. what do you all do about me? i don't know what to do about her. i said something that made her just furious and hang up on me. so i called her back and aplogized and listened for awhile. also talked to d, before and after that. it's been tough. i don't know what will happen with us. her side of the story is that she'd had a horrible day, her mom's in the hospital, her son's sick, her boss wouldn't let her leave to get him from school, etc. all she wanted to do was tell her girlfriend all about it at the end of a long day. and she felt her girlfriend was totally blowing her off. my side is: it's v-day. we're at v minus 9. i've spent all day racing around at the flowershop then square dancing. all i want to do is go to bed. i thought i did the RIGHT thing by calling her. but apparently i didn't listen enough. i was too tired to fight, so i called her back and sucked it up and listened. and i DO care about her and i DO want to know. but i'm in holiday mode. i too am deletign essentials from my life. the care and feeding of a relationship is NOT essential. sleep is. i'll let you know how it goes.
but now, i'm going to bed. another long day today. they're all long days, i know. came home and cooked my rainbow chard, which is delcious but unfortunately WAY too salty. i saved it, though. i'll probably be desprate enough to eat it again. instead, i'm having half a grapefruit for desert. it is making me very happy. goodnight.
was so tired after dancing. it'd been a crazy day after work. but did the right thing, and called my friends back. or was it the right thing? a's terribly depressed, scarily depressed. what do you all do about me? i don't know what to do about her. i said something that made her just furious and hang up on me. so i called her back and aplogized and listened for awhile. also talked to d, before and after that. it's been tough. i don't know what will happen with us. her side of the story is that she'd had a horrible day, her mom's in the hospital, her son's sick, her boss wouldn't let her leave to get him from school, etc. all she wanted to do was tell her girlfriend all about it at the end of a long day. and she felt her girlfriend was totally blowing her off. my side is: it's v-day. we're at v minus 9. i've spent all day racing around at the flowershop then square dancing. all i want to do is go to bed. i thought i did the RIGHT thing by calling her. but apparently i didn't listen enough. i was too tired to fight, so i called her back and sucked it up and listened. and i DO care about her and i DO want to know. but i'm in holiday mode. i too am deletign essentials from my life. the care and feeding of a relationship is NOT essential. sleep is. i'll let you know how it goes.
but now, i'm going to bed. another long day today. they're all long days, i know. came home and cooked my rainbow chard, which is delcious but unfortunately WAY too salty. i saved it, though. i'll probably be desprate enough to eat it again. instead, i'm having half a grapefruit for desert. it is making me very happy. goodnight.
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