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My life as a Brunette
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Time to close the shop
The time is just around the corner. Ch-ch-changes....
Growing Up
If you would have asked me I would have said that I was already grown up. All grown up yet somewhat child-like (not childish). Afterall, I've worked for years, have a child, a mortgage, a car payment, and have taken care of a sick parent - all of those are adult responsibilities. But now I would like to think of them as life experiences/ life responsibilities. Let's zoom into today. I had the most wonderful conversation with my aunt today. And gee, isn't it wonderful that you can have an adult conversation with your aunt and not feel like the little kid, little niece, etc. You know what I'm talking about. The standard "okay Lola, remember to say hello to your aunt and ask how she's doing and give her a hug". Our conversation was the kind that you have with your best friend, both of you talking and talking and talking over eachother because you both have so much to say and spinning o
Acceptance
I've accepted my career fate although I dont believe my trusty side-kick has. Could it be that tremendous egos bruise just as easy and pout just as well as us regular folk? We're out. Not on the team; passed over; our decision of course. But to hear the constant "where the heck is everyone?" and "why didnt they keep me the loop?" is nerve-racking since we both know why. They are over us. You need to accept that. You arent a player and they have moved on. So get over your ego; step aside and stop your whinning. Its sad that your assistant has accepted her fate with professionalism and that your constant crying of let's go have a drink, or a shot and your tag-line of "I'm dealing with it" is getting on my nerves. I can only assume that this has never happened to you before being someone in your position but think about it, you are supposed to be consoling me, not the other way around. Bu
It is what it is.
I can’t figure out what that statement means but I care about its meaning. 4 Years. 4 Years of absolute dedication…on both parts. But I screwed up. I screwed up big time. Why? That my friend is the million dollar question. I was / am scared. Like jumping out of a plane without a parachute into an ocean circled with sharks. But don’t worry, there is a boat waiting for you. Just give me a second before I jump, actually, can we sit down and talk about this because there are sharks down there and I really cant breathe right now (and we both know thats not a pretty sight). Seriously though, I need to fix this. Why so scared? I am a pleaser by default. Bad genes I suppose. I want to please everyone around me, including you. And my pleasing doesn’t mean hurting others even though it will make me happy. I deserve to be happy
Lola's blog...
Since Lola felt having too much girly rambles on my blog would be a no-no to prospective job employers, so she decide to start her own...
http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-p.C4OqE7frVGNOB35WefI.5__
The Pleasure of Gilmore Girls
Warning. This will not be a " technical ah-ha...I figured it out" ramble of my brain vs. the evilness that haunt every web master, etc. This is me, Lola.
I cannot figure out page color schemes or create websites, or heck, even understand what John was rambling about on Monday's blog. But I did read it. And nodded. And yes, I twirled my hair and smiled. And as I sit here and glance over at my girlie handband I notice that a gemstones has fallen out and now will have to stop to find the glue (humm.. and now I remember that I tossed it because it looked too similar to my Visine eye wash and I was afraid that I would confuse the two. Yes, I'm serious and it's very possible that it would've happened). After 10 minutes I give up thinking it will receate itself and instead munch on some lemon heads that I found in a drawer curtesy of Bob.
So back to Girlmore Girls. How will I survive on Tuesday nights? Wit
April Showers and Red Cars
So I sit here again in my gloomy office and break my back trying to look out the window. Its cloudy, rainy and overall just sucky. But imagine, just a few hundred miles away, there is a sunny sky, temperatures possibly in the 70s and a little red car zipping by. Am I jealous? Any California girl would be. Am I sad? Maybe sad that I cant go. Am I going to get even? You betcha! And it will involve 32 kicks in the butt on a very special day, afterall, its someone's birthday month so enjoy the sunshine while it lasts, sip on a soda or lemonade. Take a book, take a nap, take your sunglasses and maybe some candy.. Enjoy the day!
Cool & Sweet !
I cant remember what John was referring to when he made that comment; but I'm sure it was regarding this fancy dancy Blog page he designed. Oh the wonder of being so capable of creating whatever your mind desires (web sites, voting pages, and the rest of the web techie stuff that I have no clue about ..
Anyway, I sit here and am reminded of the constant amazement this man gives me. But dont tell him that, because I know that he will say (in his mind) "well, thats not the only thing I can amaze you with!" Ah, the understanding of "john-thoughts" . I'm glad I understand him... most of the time.
Rain
It's raining, it's Monday, and I'm at work.... but overall its Happy Birthday Month!!! Good times ahead :)
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