Is Free Lunch Worth It??

Today we have a 'director quarterly' at work. This is basically an all afternoon thing, where my whole director group gets together for lunch and games. This would be great if I didn't have a ton of work to do..that has to be done today..FRIDAY..before I leave. Sigh. Since I am new to this group, I have to participate. First of all, the aforementioned incredible pile of work I must do. Secondly, I suck at games. I hate most games. And this is Trivial Pursuit. I barely am able to remember what I had for breakfast and I am expected to remember who hit the winning home run in the 1977 World Series?? As if!

Jelly Blobs

Every morning, I have toast with Smuckers Natural Grape Jelly. Every morning, I have to deal with the plague of the jelly blobs. You know what I mean. The phenomenon when you take your knife and stick it down into the jelly jar, put the jelly on the toast and it just does not spread. It blobs. Why is it that the jelly spreads perfectly and symetrically on all the commercials, yet when I try to do it, it turns into something that looks like a scientific experiment?! I suppose I could just have my toast with butter, but that is no fun. And besides, butter just DOES NOT provide for very interesting blog material.

So Bored my Ass Hurts

Have you ever been so bored your ass actually hurts? No, not in a scary, medical kind of way, but from sitting and doing nothing. Yes, I am still in the 'new job fuzziness' phase. Actually, I'm in the 'no one has time to show me how to do my new job' phase. And it blows. So here I sit, bored, don't have anywhere to go, praying for a meeting or something, even popping laxatives just so I can go to the bathroom and pass time (ok...that *may* be a bit of an exaggeration). I'd kill to take a nap, but of course the drool on my keyboard might give it away. So I sit...daily...for 9 hours...bored. I've surfed the ENTIRE internet. Even did some homework. Sigh...and still...I sit..bored. I tell ya, horses have it made being able to sleep standing up with their eyes open. Nayyyyyy.....

And I Went Back to School, Why??

OH yes....to earn a Ph.D. so I can giggle hopelessly when people call me Dr. Kimmy. Most of my classes are fine, but there is always that one that eventually will lead you into countless therapy session and make you doubt your intelligence. I am experiencing that class this semester. Scarily, I thought it'd be easy. I suppose it isn't exactly MENSA worthy, but it is requiring a little too much of my time. It seems most of my classmates are full-time students and have time to 'research' and 'explore new blah blah blah'. Or maybe I just have no interest. The class deals with distance education, which is an area of interest for me since I teach classes online. However, this one just isn't jazzing me. Perhaps it is the 'super student' that is in my 'assigned team' that feels the need to criticize and make comments on everything I do. Can't we all just get along? Maybe I just don't have the energy to bark back. Or better yet, I just don't care. I like to feel sorry for this person. What a life...sitting around criticizing your classmates' work. Whatever...

New Job Fuzziness

Recently, I have been moved to a different position within my company. We often have many *organizational changes* and folks get moved around. During this past org change, I fell into the *guess what, you're moving* category.
While in the big scheme of things, this was a good move, I am at the point now where I have the new job, what the heck am I doing fuzziness. You know, that feeling you first have when you move into a new job or group and you don't have a clue as to what you are doing. Fun times. Although I am invited to meetings, I sit there just trying to interpret the language in which everyone is speaking. I believe this language is known in the corporate world as Acronymish. Here's an example: I would like to have everyone's FB on the new GOPs DBR issued by CSA by COB today. Huh? Just as Tom Cruise had Renee Zellwegger at *hello*, my new team lost me at *GOPs*. Grand Ole Party? Gophers on PCP? I am amazed at the depth of the Acronymish language.
Additionally, as I have moved cubicles to be more strategically placed (how's that for generic business talk?) with my new team. Everyone on the team seems very nice. However, I am at that place where I am trying to fit in, trying to figure everyone out and just get the overall vibe of the team. How can one not feel a bit paranoid? Everyone is talking to everyone else BUT ME. Do they like me? Are they pissed that I took the place of someone they loved? Do they have a voodoo doll with my name on it? Why are they staring!?! Ok..I digress... anyway...
I am sure this will all pass and in a few weeks it will be old hat, however, I now sit all day reading documents that make no sense to me and try to decode this language my teammates are speaking. Thank goodness for this blog! :)