Posted by: icagirl on: March 17, 2009
Ever have a co-worker come up to you, just to say hi, and then you instantly remember your dream last night and that they were in it and you blurt out “I had a dream about you last night”? No? Well, that just happened to me, so BAM! I had to explain it and it was totally embarrassing because this is the dream starring Maria, one of my favorite co-workers.
Scene: An orange room with a ceiling fan. Girl fixing the broken outlet.
Maria enters, frantic! “The others are outside!” (Clearly, been watching too much Lost). Girl and Maria run to the window to see “the others”. Yeah, so “the others” in my dream were one football-throwing Green Tyrannosaurus Rex and one football-catching Brown Tyrannosaurus Rex. And, instead of being scared, we started cheering for the Brown one to catch the ball.
She said she was flattered by the dream mention, but she did laugh at me (to be expected).
Posted by: icagirl on: March 12, 2009
As a hip & happening young adult, my Dad sat through the long lines at the gas station during the two (major) oil crises of the 1970s. He had a lot of time to sit in his car, thinking. What did he notice? Well, he came to realize that the better the Gas Station Attendant knew you, the more willing he was to grant you more gasoline. A very simple concept, that turned into a very simple hypothesis: always be friends with the gas station attendant. I grew up knowing the names of the gas station attendants at the local gas stations. My Dad (without fail) would get gas at the same gas station every time he had to refuel the car (always after church on Sundays and sometimes midweek). I quickly fell in line with this.
It saved me numerous times. (One ridiculous incident involved my Dodge going stone dead on the hill two blocks up from the Texaco, my electrical system shot, the horn set to blare every time I hit the brakes). In any case, this theory transcends the gas station, encompassing pretty much everything. This morning is our case-in-point…. Read the rest of this entry »
Posted by: icagirl on: March 4, 2009
Book. Classes. Half Marathon. Social Life. Bible Study. Work. Niece. Africa. Little Bro.
Posted by: icagirl on: February 27, 2009
The FABulous morning:
1. Inexplicably, I am somehow back in Al’s good graces – having not been on his list of favorite people (which really only consists of his Mom, himself, and our shared boss in my limited estimation) for a while now. We chatted this morning and he helped me with my morning work. While it was confusing, I just went with it. Work is SO MUCH EASIER when Al and I are buddies.
2. I somehow decided to schedule lunches with random co-workers every Friday from here until May. This went over quite well.
3. I am really WAY too excited at the possibility of sitting through a talk on archaeology and Indiana Jones. I still have to ask my boss, who I think has a migraine today, if I’m allowed to leave for it (I’ll come back, I promise-promise!)
4. I nicknamed a co-worker Yau-Man. The co-worker in question is new to our establishment, but he needed a nickname – everyone else in Finance has one. I didn’t want him feeling left out.
5. My sister (Red) forwarded me the first half of her second book last week and I’m halfway through editing it – it is absolutely wonderful and has some powerful insights.
The NOT-so-FAB parts:
1. Still have no work to do.
2. I don’t think my boss is going to let me out for the lecture.
3. My word-of-the-day is a word I already knew (equivocal)
4. I miss Boy. Like, the real Boy. He’s been UNfabulously sick for two days~ I hate when Boy is sick, mostly ’cause he gets this pained/sad expression on his face for the entirety of the sickness and he doesn’t chit-chat. I like chit-chat. It’s why I have a roommate. Hopefully, he’ll feel better today!
Posted by: icagirl on: February 26, 2009
So, I have reading glasses – I think I’ve mentioned them earlier. Last June, when craziness ensued regarding my eyes, one of the things the doctor highly recommended (basically calling me crazy if I didn’t immediately go to the store and purchase) reading glasses. I was an engraver (of jewelry and watches) for almost seven years. That kind of thing weakens your eyes. I am, also, almost thirty. I’m supposed to wear them at work when I’m on the computer – so, all the time.
The problem is that people pass my cube and say ‘hi’ to me or try to talk to me as they’re walking. Yeah… So, I honestly have no idea who these people are. With my reading glasses on, everyone looks the same – a blurry flash of color moving past me… Usually, I am hit with the color of their shirt – if the color is unique or especially bright, I can figure it out later in the day when I see them in the elevator or something.
It’s put me in some awkward situations. For instance, I’ll see someone and be like “Hey, I haven’t seen you in a while – how are you?” and they, of course, answer “I saw you this morning and we chatted”. I really need to perfect the art of looking over my glasses at people quickly and somehow manage to not look condescending.
Posted by: icagirl on: February 23, 2009
My Grandma is a leap year baby. I wonder if she has one of those corny shirts that say “Be nice to me, my birthday’s not on the calendar” with a little froggy. I would get her one just to be sure, but since my niece was born, we’re pretty obligated to send stuff with her picture on it.
Really. All gifts have pictures. This year was no exception. I wonder when the picture-giving stops. I mean, at what age are we allowed to go back to regular presents? Not that I mind the pictures – how can I? My niece is totally adorable.
I just want to know when I can finally get Grandma the goofy frog shirt.
Posted by: icagirl on: February 23, 2009
My flight landed/arrived at the gate 25 minutes early. So, I texted my Mom. Knowing I had carry-on only luggage, she changed her plan to meet me in baggage claim and decided to not park and pick me up in the arrivals area – awesome. (Because the last thing I want to do after a red eye flight where no one slept due to a medical emergency is hang out at the airport – don’t worry, medical situation okay – it was scary for a few minutes, but the woman was much better by the time we landed.) Read the rest of this entry »
Posted by: icagirl on: February 23, 2009
Lent is usually my favorite time of year. This year, my task seems near impossible. It came straight from God, that is for certain. This would never have entered my mind. But, now that it’s here, it will not go away. He even provided the verse that I will be centered on throughout the season.
Daniel 2:22 “He reveals deep and hidden things; he knows what lies in darkness; and light dwells with him.”
Posted by: icagirl on: February 19, 2009
I only own 9 pairs of non-pajama pants.
1. Grey with White Pinstripes
2. Grey with Black Pinstripes
3. Navy Blue
4. Dark Green
5. Dark Purple
6. Black
7. Black (same as #6 actually, received via Christmas present)
8. Jeans
9. Jeans (different than #8, if only slightly)
Maybe I need more pants. I was perfectly happy with my 9 pairs of pants until Boy asked how many pairs of pants I own (well sort of, it came up in a conversation intended merely to kill time on the train to work) and I added it up to 9 and thought that sounded like a very low number. But, clearly, it’s working thus far. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Decision made. 9 works.
Posted by: icagirl on: February 17, 2009
After three phone calls and three different people (plus two automatic router voice things), the conversation ended this way:
Girl: I need you to change the contract ending date to April 30th, 2009.
Phone Dude: I’m confused.
Girl: Well… Stop being confused.
Phone Dude: Okay. What do you need me to do?
Girl: Change the ending date to April 30, 2009 and send it to me.
Phone Dude: Okay.
No kidding, that’s what just happened. Then, he sent me the new contract – I’m not sure if he understood or he’s pretending to no longer be confused merely because I told him to stop being confused. However, problem fixed.
