Category: Uncategorized

Pack Go Through Hell Unpack Wash Repeat

I am on the road once again and so far everything is going OK. I think all of us on my team are focused on the fact that tomorrow night we will be back home and off the road for about 10 days. I did a lot of work this…

My husband and I were watching the Phillies last night and catching up on our newspapers and he read that Captain Noah was the Grand Marshall of Night In Venice in Ocean City, New Jersey a few weeks ago. At the same time, without saying anything to each other, we…

I didn’t write yesterday because I was in a very bad place with the current job. I have decided, with my husband’s blessing, to try and find a job quickly that I can do in the interim until I find my “dream job” so that I can leave the terrible…

I arrived home around 8:30 tonight feeling worn out, abused and beat up. I did my unpacking and then went to the refrigerator to see what I could find to eat. And there, amidst the condiments, amidst the fruits and vegetables and milk and water, was a Tupperware cake carrier….

Today the blow up with a co-worker came as I knew it probably would but I didn’t know when. I felt the snap somewhere inside me and words came out. I’m not proud of myself but I do feel some relief. There is only so much nastiness and negativity that…

When I am on the road I’m working very closely with people that I might not necessarily ever spend time with if it weren’t for my job. At the same time, I’m getting communication from my manager about more changing decisions and directions and more work. However, in the midst…

Monday night. On the road. Tired. Weary. Stuck. Over it. Done. I don’t want to whine, but I had to get it out.

My husband and I love TiVo. We’re on our second series and we will tell people, quite sincerely, that TiVo changed our life. (I first typed “saved” our life — that is a scary Freudian slip!) If you’ve not familiar with the DVR concept, which stands for Digital Video Recorder,…

It’s not a good sign when you’re in a bookstore on a beautiful Saturday afternoon and as you’re walking around you are chanting to yourself: “This is my real life. None of those people (I work with) matter. This is the real you. This job is only temporary.” Stop. Repeat…