Hey! Mr. Cheap Guy….

Hi Mr. Cheap Guy!
Before I get too far into this, I’d like to say, I have nothing against you being cheap. Hell, I think some people really work at turning frugality into an art-form. My quasi mother-in-law can turn $10 into ten bags of groceries. She’s that good.
So, now that I’ve gotten that out of the way….
Hi Mr. Cheap Guy! Please don’t force your bargain-nazi ways on me. I don’t appreciate it.
Thanks!

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Quote Of The Day

“Raise your hand if you’re a man and you love Banana Pudding” - Stephanie, on men and their love for banana pudding

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Hello Highshool, I’ve missed you (not really)

Remember that group of girls you hung around with in High School? The group that you weren’t particularly close with any one girl, but were under the assumption that you got along with most pretty well? And then one day, just by happenstance, you find out that you really aren’t one of them.

It’s not a vicious circumstance by any stretch of the imagination, it’s just an understanding. There’s a first draft, a then there’s a second. I just happen to be one of those bench warmers.

One could definitely argue that my coolness toward people at work cuts off some of that “insta-like” that other people just naturally possess. It’s a valid point. But at the same time, it’s situations like these that make me wonder just how “involved” I’d like to get. If I was one of the girls in the office that has a perma “no thanks” tattooed to my forehead, I wouldn’t even feel slightly (dare I say it) hurt. But my inability to keep all things black and white (or, shall I say, work and play) presents me with a gray line that keeps me from being completely shut off.

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Politics (in the office)

I’ve come to realize that i’m not always going to get recognized for the work that I do. It stings, but that’s my job. And you know what, there is always going to be those certain people who will get a gold star just for blowing their nose. That’s life.

I do know, though, being recognized by a peer who you truly look up to and admire can make up for a lot.

What I need to do now is remember that the next time I see someone who i think is doing a good job. One can never know what kind of difference a few words can make.

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Don’t Judge…

So, I went to pick up my friends Stephanie from the airport the other day, and as she approached the car door she made a motion to the door handle like I needed to unlock it for her.

“It’s open!” I shouted

She mouthed something inaudible to me

“What?!” I responded back

“You ain’t got no door handle!” (yes, she really sounds like that, being that she IS from South Carolina… and I actually start to sound like her when I spend more than a couple of days with her)
So, that being said, I jumped out of my car to see this anomaly myself. Yep, the passenger side door handle was completely gone. We both laughed as I shrugged my shoulders. I went to the drivers side back door to throw her bag into the seat when by hand caught air, instead (again) of a door handle. Alright…. the first one I can laugh about, but TWO?! Two of my card door handles went missing at the same time???

Alright, I admit, at first I was furious. But then I thought about it for a little bit. Obviously the person that took my 98 Toyota Corolla car door handles needed them more than I do, right? I mean, you have to be pretty desperate to take a door handle. I wonder how that works. Did they glue the handle to their own car door?

Anyway, I guess I can’t really judge. When you need a door handle, you need a handle. So, to you out there, Mr. Car Door Handle Thief, take care of them. Oh, and thanks for not taking my driver’s side door handle. Getting in from the passenger side of the car every day would completely suck.

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