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Tuesday, May 31, 2005

So Obvious

I am such a putz. Bob brought the new SQE back here this morning, today is his first day. So, he brings him over to me to introduce him, and like a total putz, I totally avoided shaking his hand, in the most obvious way possible. I'm such a nerd! Of course, after I did it, I immediately knew how obvious my behavior was, and wanted to die. I just joked a little bit and was glad when they left. So, Bob came back later to ask me if I was intentionally trying to avoid his hand shake. I laughed, because I had already told him about the first time I shook his hand, how hot and sweaty it was. He then told me he had the same reaction when he shook his hand this morning. I just laughed. I definitely need to work on containing my emotions.

Step 1: Don't loudly exclaim 'Oh My God!' in public.

Step 2: Try like heck to contain feelings of disgust when they arise. No more exclamations of horror written across my face at mere thoughts.

Step 3: For Gods sake, just shake the damn hand!!!!! LOL!

I can't believe I just did that!!

My dentist office just called me, I missed my appointment! All morning I thought my appointment was for 10:30, only to find out that it was actually for 8:50! I wanted to die. I was so embarrassed. And, to top it off, Scott P. heard my entire conversation. He sat there and listened to every word of it. I can't believe I did that. Now I'll bet I get charged by the dentist for missing my appointment.

Which brings up a good point. How is it ok to be charged for accidentally missing your appointment. Not only do they make money on fixing your teeth, but they also make money if you don't show up for whatever the reason. It just doesn't seem right.

Monday, May 30, 2005

Sex Dreams

I've had sex dreams 2 days in a row now. Very vivid sex dreams, I might add. The first one was yesterday morning. I was dreaming about RH, and several of the people I work with. But, I was very romantically involved with RH, if you get my drift. (wink, wink) At the beginning, it started with him and I looking at pictures. He was standing behind me, leaning into me, and I could feel his entire body pressed against mine. He was telling me that I should introduce Charlie to the woman in the picture I was holding. In the dream I'm sure I knew who she was, but now, it totally escapes me. The weird part to this dream was that it started very differently. It started with Charlie and Myself walking through an old house. I'm not sure why we were there, but I had a creepy feeling as we walked. I went into a bathroom, and there was a murdered child in there. A beautiful little boy with curly blond hair, maybe 3 years of age. His head was floating in the toilet. His lips were blue and his eyes were open. In the dream, I turned and ran out a door, and in real life I sat bolt upright in bed when this happened and opened my eyes. Because I am now used to having horrible dreams like this, I was able to put it out of my mind and fall back to sleep, almost instantly, and continued the dream as a sex dream.

The second dream I had was this morning. I was dreaming about Matt E. Someone who I have not seen since like the 9th grade. In my dream, we were still in the 9th grade, and it was a school girl kind of crush. We were sitting together on the floor in a class somewhere. The movie projector was going, and several other kids were sitting on the floor as well. All of a sudden, we were alone, and we started to make out. That's where the dream ends though.

I'm going to have to search around this morning and see if I can find a good dream analysis site. I'm very curious about these bizarre dreams.

Friday, May 27, 2005

If Looks Could Kill........

I am totally horrified! One of the temps in Joe's area just asked me if my kids were my grandkids!!

I absolutely wanted to die. I was embarrassed. I must look terrible for my age.


Bright spot. I just got out of my meeting with Pat, and the first thing he said was "Hello young lady." I smiled and said thank God you said that. Then I told him what happened. He laughed and said "give me her name, she's outta here!" It was pretty funny. I still can't believe she asked me about my Grandkids!


I have officially declared war on Joe S. He has thrown his last paper ball over the fence at me.


The Porn Star

I was just in the lunch room getting a pop and a pop tart when 'The Porn Star' walked in. I laughed a little when Sandy had told me before that she called her that, but, I thought, she's probably just jealous. I do have to say, there is definitely the aura of 'porn star' surrounding her. She's not really all that attractive, and she isn't young anymore, but, she has the look.

Dyed platinum hair, about shoulder length, fried on the ends from years of abuse. Thick orange looking pancake makeup. Heavily made up eyes with thick black liner all around the lashes. Starved to a wrack of bones, wearing skin tight jeans and t-shirt. Perfume that you can smell from across the room.

I stood right behind her waiting in line to get my Dew. I couldn't help but think, why on earth would someone want to look like that? It looks trashy and cheap.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Playing Hookey

I played hookey from work yesterday. Now, I feel guilty. Everyone was concerned for me, and worried here at work. It is so unlike me to just not show up for work without forewarning anyone, they were certain something terrible had happened to me. Yikes!

Not once did anyone notice I have a slight sunburn. (From laying in the sun yesterday.) Nor, did anyone notice I actually walked through the door today with a smile on my face, which I almost never do anymore. I feel as though I have to force myself to continue on.

I'm in that place I was in when I was 17. It feels like I'm being suffocated by life sometimes. I wrote a poem one time, a pretty good poem actually, about wishing I had never been born. I didn't actually come out and say I wished I had never been born, but, it was implied. I handed it in as a class assignment, and got a really good grade on it actually. When I showed it to my Grandmother, she became horribly upset with me. She took the poem, and put it away so she could show my mother the next time she came down. Of course, my mother being the center of the universe, took the poem to mean that I had wanted to go back home and live with her. She couldn't have been further from he truth. I ended up taking the poem, and burning it in the woodstove.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005


My ankle really hurts today. I'm starting to get worried. It's been swollen for days not. It will be one week tomorrow that I had twisted it. Of course, I'm not doing anything to make it any better. I still walk on it like crazy, and I have never kept it wrapped in an ace bandage either. So, I guess it's my own fault that it's still in the condition that it is in.

Side thought.......

Today while I'm in town picking up Zachary, I'm going to see about getting an ace bandage that is like a sock. Maybe that will help a bit.

Fed Up

Right now, I am totally fed up with this place. If I could quit, I would.

The pinky ring guy is back. Still sporting the pinky ring. I don't know what it is about that ring, but, it bugs me. I have never really spoken to him, but he seems to be a decent person. I can't believe I'm so bothered by a pinky ring.

Monday, May 23, 2005

The New EA

Ed walked around the new EA and introduced him to a few people. I can't remember his first name, but his last name was Kitchen. He kind of resembled Brian Kitchen in a way. I wonder if they're related.

Since I'm thinking about work, I have to say I can't believe what some people wear to work. DB and his muscle shirts, BK and his visible butt crack, JN and his teeth coated in plaque, SB and her micro mini skirts, JW and her midriff t-shirts that show her belly roll, BM and his pants that are way too short. Do these people have no concept of class??

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Home Made Pizza

I made home made pizza for lunch today. It was very tasty, if I may say so myself. Almost as good as the pizza my grandma used to make when I was a kid. Home made pizza was a special event kind of thing. Birthday get together? Home made pizza was the meal.

I seen Jamie K. and his family at Wal Mart today. That's getting to be quite the 'meeting place' for me lately. I know he seen and recognized me too. I pretended to not see or recognize him. (As is my usual behavior when I see someone who I haven't seen in a decade.) I was a little embarrassed that Zachary was being such a bratt, and Thomas was yelling about God knows what. Jamie appeared to have the picture perfect 'Norman Rockwell' thing going on. I have to say, I was a little jealous. Then again, it's usually the ones that appear to be blissfully happy and picture perfect that are actually as far from it as you can get.

Background on Jamie......

When I was in 10th grade, and he in 9th grade, we both had the same English Literature class. He sat right in front of me, and would turn around and talk with me all the time. I would even help him cheat on work from time to time. We sparked up our friendship when he said his Grandmother was an O'Rourke. (Of course, I was many years from marriage yet, so, my last name was still O'Rourke.) Then one day, while I was rushing around to get my books together to catch the bus, he caught me in the hallway. He was asking me if I would like to go out with him some time. I was actually pretty excited about it. I really thought he was a nice guy. (Even if he was a freshman.)

The most horrible thing happened after that though. It was almost 1 week to the day that he had asked me out. My mother kicked me out. I can still remember that day. The one thing I was most upset about was the fact that I would never get to actually go out on that date with Jamie. From that day forward, I would be living with my Grandparents, and they lived downstate, so, that meant everything that I had in Gaylord, was gone. I didn't really handle that time all to well, either. I did not keep in touch with any of my friends. The only one I did keep in contact with, was Jessica. She was my best friend, and up until that point, there wasn't a singly thing that happened in my life that she didn't A.) know about or B.) experience with me.

I did realize one very interesting thing today. Jamie and Charlie are very similar in physical make up. Both the same height. Both have dark hair. Both wear prescription glasses. Both wear hats. They both were even dressed similarly. One big difference......about 15 years in age.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Half Hour to Go

Only a half hour to go. I can't wait to get out of here. I'm starting to hit the wall. Clear conscious thought has become a struggle. I can't wait for Keith to get here so I can go.

Thomas is so cute!

I just called home to see how everything is going, and Thomas answered the phone. It was so cute to hear his tiny little voice say "Hello......"


Moment of Glory

Ok. So, here I sit. 5:49 in the morning on a Saturday. Yikes!! It's all a hazy fuzz right now.


I didn't go to bed last night until after 11:00. Shame on me. I just can't seem to go to bed early anymore. I've found that I'm way less tired the next day if I get less sleep the night before. But, not this much less.

My area back here is a total mess. It's half put together, half moved, stuff sitting in front of the cage so I can't get in. I'm kind of pissed about it, but, what good does it do to get pissed.

Oh, my morning meeting went well. I didn't even feel the slightest bit embarrassed. Of course, I really only restated everything that Tracy had already told me. I also made a few jokes about the doughnuts with Shirley. And, that was it. I kept it very low key. Dave B looks awfully red lately. I heard he and Lisa are getting a divorce. If her new guy is the one I've seen her around with, he's one of the rowdy people's crowd, and he's really nasty. I can't imagine what she's thinking.

Friday, May 20, 2005

My Twin

I wonder if she gets the same thing that I get. "Hey, didn't I just see you?" I get that all the time. Most recently, NT in the school parking lot yesterday. But, it has happened so many times before. A couple of months ago in Claire's. One of the girls said to me "Didn't I just see you in here?" And, she was talking to me about something 'I' had looked at. Of course, it wasn't me. I had been shopping with Zach and Thomas all morning. She had me confused with my twin. One of these days, I would love to meet her. One time Charlie seen her in Burger King. It was a couple of years ago now. He said he was in line, and he was certain I was a couple of people ahead of him. He almost went up behind her and grabbed her provocatively. He said her hair, her shape, everything looked just like me. Even the voice and laugh. It freaked me out when he told me, because, then I knew positively this woman did in fact exist. From as far back as about 19 years of age I've had people, various people, some I knew, some I didn't, tell me they had seen her. Back then, she worked at Ponderosa and I worked at Wal Mart. There were many a customer that would come in and swear they just saw me at Ponderosa. Neil A. several times had come in and told me all about her. I'm pretty sure he told her about me.

My grandmother told me when I was 18 years old that my Dad had an affair of some kind, and that it was rumored that he had another child out there, somewhere, a girl. She would be 1 year older then I am. I can't help but wonder if this twin of mine isn't that girl. Could it be possible that the striking similarities between us are all traits inherited from my father? One of these days, I just have to meet her. I know when I do, I'll probably think, now how in the heck can people think we are that much alike? We are nothing alike!

You call that a handshake??

Pat introduced me to a potential candidate for the SQE position a little while ago. During the introductions he put out his hand for me to shake. It was definitely an experience. First, it was hot and sweaty. I was using all my strength to not immediately pull my hand back. Second, he didn't even clasp his hand around mine. What kind of a shake is that? "Nanoo Nanoo" Mork and Mindy style? I clasped my hand around his and just gave it a little squeeze. What else was I supposed to do. I just looked at him and said "Hi, nice to meet you." Inwardly, I was thinking UGH!

Ms. Saturday

Now that I am affectionately referred to as 'Ms. Saturday', I thought I would put forth my speech to accept the title.

"Little did I know, that only 3 days ago, I would be asked to wear the crown and carry the roses in the most rewarding experience of my life." Pause, smile, scan the audience, wipe away a tear. "As the new reigning Ms. Saturday I promise to fulfill all the expectations that were set forth by the previous Ms. and Mr. Saturdays, and hope to add positive contributions of my own." Place hand on chest, feign breathlessness. "Thank you all so much for this wonderful opportunity, it shall live forever in my heart." Pause, scan audience one last time, continue to smile, wave gracefully as stage is vacated.


So far it seems the production people are handling the news of my presence Saturday very well. A couple of them have commented in passing "I hear your going to be looking after us on Saturday." Smiles have even accompanied the comments. I've been joking with them in return. Tracy has given me the working orders, so, I think everything will be fine. Cross my fingers.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Mr. Casanova

Zachary's bus was late. Several of the parents were standing up by the door, so I stood up there for a bit. When I decided to walk back to my Jeep, someone yelled over from a burgandy truck. It was NT. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't just pass by and pretend I didn't hear him. So, I walked over to his truck and said "I didn't know you had a fifth grader." Which, sparked up a conversation. He started telling me he was hired on at Lowe's, and he had asked me if I still worked at Reptron. Apparently, my twin is now working at Lowe's. He said he could have sworn that was me, and he laughed. I think he was hoping it was me. It's kind of funny, I was just wondering the other day if she was still around. After he found out that wasn't me, he then asked me if I was going to Zona's wedding. I just smiled, and said no, that we weren't that close of friends. I don't normally hang out with the people I work with outside of work.


I twisted my ankle leaving daycare yesterday. Let me tell you, it's killing me. It already has a huge bruise on it. And the swelling is intense, and all the way up my leg. I went home from work early today, and laid in bed with a bag of frozen crinkle cut fries on my ankle until I fell asleep. Yikes!

I'm not particularly happy with my daycare right now. It's not that I don't think the children are being taken care of properly. It just really bothers me that Amanda's boyfriend lives there in that house now. I don't trust him, and he just gives me a bad vibe. I know that I don't even know the guy, and that I don't have anything to base my feelings on. I just don't get warm fuzzies when it comes to this guy. The bad thing is, my intuition is always right. When I get feelings about someone, good or bad, I'm always right. I guess that's my curse.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Happy Birthday, part 2

I'm really getting bummed.

I know that it is selfish of me to not be happy with what I did get today, but, I feel kind of upset by it. Last week, Mary had said "oh my God! It was Laura's birthday yesterday, and nobody did a thing for her. That's just not right!" So, she ended up making her this big brownie thing and gave her one of her woodcrafts that she had made. She even hooked a balloon to it.

So, today I come in, and on my desk is a hostess cupcake and a card. And something that Mary had done with her scroll saw last night. I can see where the varnish has dripped on it. Mary said "I just didn't feel like doing anymore cooking last night Sherri, or I would have made you a cake." I just smiled big, and thanked everyone. Then Mary went on to say "I had to make my taco salad for the pot luck in the RMA center. I was just pooped last night." So, that's when I felt it happened. I was hurt. It was a travesty that Laura's birthday went by unrecognized, but, it's ok to slap together a haphazard acknowledgement. To be frank and honest, I would rather have had my birthday gone by unrecognized. The whole display this morning was just purely low class and tasteless. I didn't falter, however. I kept the fake smile displayed on my face, and I thanked everyone, again, for thinking of me on my birthday.

I honestly don't think there is a person in this world who would ever treat me as well as I treat them.

Happy Birthday

Today is my 31st birthday, and it's shaping up to be a bad day. I can feel it already.

Zachary has an overnight field trip to Greenfield Village, so he is missing my birthday. He makes me so angry sometimes. I've been asking him for days for some kind of schedule. What time do I need to get him to the school? What does he need to bring? How much money should I send with him? Can he bring a camera? Everyday, same answer "Teacher didn't give me anything." So, today, he says he needs to be to the school by 7:20. In actuality, I find out, he was supposed to be there by 6:45. He almost missed his bus. I also found out that notification and hand outs were sent home with the kids. I didn't receive a thing. I just can't understand why he does this stuff. It just makes me want to pull my hair out.

Today is also the CFO visit. I did get all dressed up for the event. Black dress slacks, slightly flared. White satin button front long sleeved top. Black heeled boots. I have to say, I think I look fairly sharp. When I got here this morning, Rick was already making his rounds. He was in the receiving department talking with the girls. Of course, they were all in his face about down time, I just want to die when they get started on stuff. I'm literally embarrassed for them. They make themselves out to be absolute morons. I try to distance myself as much as possible. On Rick's final round, he walked past one more time to take a last look. I yelled over and asked "How do we look?" He walked in and scanned the area. So, I added "Don't forget, work takes place back here. If everything was shiny and polished, he'd wonder if anyone ever worked at all." I got a laugh out of him.

Then, the production managers meeting. I am now being referred to as 'Ms. Saturday'. Jim said he would iron my sash for me. Nobody knows that I didn't exactly volunteer for Saturday. I didn't say anything either. They were all smiles and happy that they didn't have to do it themselves. I just said "You guys need to be nice to me today, it's my birthday." :) So, Jim has now offered to steal some snacks out of Julie's office for me. What can I say.............it is a token of camaraderie.

So, here I am. Back at my desk, taking a 5 minute breather to get prepared for the next part of the day. We still have the walk through to look forward to. I hope it happens soon. It's getting hot in here, and I am beginning to wilt. :o

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

What's good for the goose..................

I'm currently 'fit to be tied', as my grandmother would put it. My boss has just asked me to work Saturday to cover the production floor. Apparently the production manager does not like working every Saturday because of childcare issues, so she has asked the operations manager to work out a rotating schedule. How is it fair of her to ask her people to work every single Saturday, and in return she gets off whenever she wants? If I were on her line, I'd be pissed.

#1 reason why I'm not the correct candidate for the job.

I'm clueless to their processes!

#2 reason why I'm not the correct candidate for the job.

I don't have a single key to anything in this building. How am I going to open/close the shop? Do I have a clue about the alarm system? Ummmm.......Not!

#3 reason why I'm not the correct candidate for the job.

Would you want to work for someone whom you felt to be totally clueless? Hell no, neither would I. How could I expect them to even take me seriously.

Monday, May 16, 2005

All Day in PJ's

I spent the entire day in my pj's. I am now feeling pretty gross. Oily hair, plaque on my teeth, and shiny skin. I can tell I'm starting to feel better. Just a few short hours ago, none of that really made a difference to me. Now, I'm grossed out by it.

Definitely time to take a shower.

"the smurf's are lost without you Papa smurf....."

I am absolutely shocked. I just turned the TV channel to cartoons for Thomas, and guess what was on! 'The Smurfs' I can't believe it. I remember vividly sitting on the floor, wrapped in my quilt, eating a bowl of cereal, and watching 'The Smurfs' every Saturday morning. It was the oddest feeling when I switched that channel. I almost felt like I was 8 years old again. To top it off, I remembered the episode that was playing. I must have seen it a million times when I was a kid.

I've been noticing lately that a lot of the toys and shows and cartoons that were around when I was a child are coming back. I've seen Strawberry Shortcake dolls in Wal Mart. I see commercials for Care Bears. One of the little girls at daycare collects My Little Pony's. Now, of course, I see 'The Smurfs' are back, and Thomas is absolutely glued to the TV right now. That's very unusual for him too.

The most apparent flash back to the past is coming out in the movie remakes that are happening. I have to admit, I watch and own 'Starsky and Hutch'. I do plan on watching 'Amityville Horror' when it comes out on DVD. I have rented all the 'Scooby Doo' remakes for Zachary. I also want to watch 'The Dukes of Hazzard' when it finally comes out. There were many a day when my brother, the neighbor kids from across the street, and I pretended to be members of the Dukes. Craig could even imitate the horn sequence from The General Lee. At the time, that was a talent that was highly revered. There are so many more, I just don't want to fill up the page with examples.

Saturday, May 14, 2005

I am so bored

I am so bored I am literally sitting in front of this damn computer staring at it. I have exhausted all of the usual 'pass the time' activities I normally do, and still have hours left in the day. Nothing is on TV, and I can't go outside because it has been raining, or may even still be misting rain, and I don't feel like getting all wet. This totally sucks!

I'm happy to see that Jessica is reading and posting comments to my blog. :)

Tidbit of information:

Jessica and I have been friends since the 7th grade. Which, ironically, we started out hating each other in the very beginning. It was 7th grade art class, and I have no idea why we even hated each other. I just remember that we were forced to sit at the same table in Art.

Where and when the hate turned into friendship escapes me. I just remember one day, 9 days after school had let out, she called me on the phone. That was a much different time in my life. I can still recall the brilliant plan of the moment was to see how many days in a row I could go without taking a shower. That was also the summer I forever disfigured my right hand pointer finger fingernail with one fingered pecking on a manual typewriter. I had decided to become a literary genius, writing short stories about everything and anything. None of them really any good, but they sure were entertaining.

The first time Jessica had ever slept over at my house could have been the makings of a pre-teen comedy/horror. I had wanted everything to go so cool, and it was anything but. Seeing Jessica's visit as an 'opportunity' to have yet even more work done by someone other then herself, my mother decided she was going to have us load up junk on the back of the truck to haul to the dump. (You will come to find out in time that I have a lot of unresolved issues concerning my mother.) So, Jessica, my brother, and I all load up the back of the truck with everything from bags of household refuse to old console TV sets.

Now, seeing as this is a pre-teen comedy/horror, it only gets worse from here. Because it would take someone to actually unload the truck once it was brought to the dump, Jessica, my brother, and I were all forced to ride to the dump to unload the truck. On the back of the truck, with the junk. It was definitely an experience I would not want to relive. If only I could say that things had gotten better from there..........

As a reward for taking care of the junk and garbage, it was decided that we would all cruise through town, to McDonald's, go through the drive thru, and each get some kind of treat. While still sitting in the back of the truck, still smelling of the garbage we had been sitting on only minutes earlier on our way to the dump. For a pre-teen girl, it might as well be death by humiliation. I was absolutely sure that Jessica would never want to be my friend again after she went home.

We did remain friends, and good friends for the most part. I have to say, I am definitely a better person for it. Everyone needs at least one person they can confide in who knows all the secrets.

Remember when.......

When I was in 10th grade, I sat behind the rudest most irritating guy in Health class. I absolutely couldn't stand him. He would always sit sideways in his seat, with his arm directly down the horizontal center of my desk. It would just drive me nuts. He was an absolute perv too, so I would never say anything to him, ever. I was afraid he would embarrass me by saying something crude or nasty. Which, he did that anyway, so it didn't really make a difference. I can look back on that now, and see it in a different way then I did at the time. At the time, I just was so embarrassed of anything even remotely sexual. I just didn't want anyone to even think of me in that way. All of those feelings, however, were a direct result of the constant negativity I received from my family about sex. I can remember having mixed emotions about wanting to look pretty. I wanted so badly to be attractive, yet, at the same time, I felt like I was committing a horrible sin because I was "asking for trouble", as my hideous mother would constantly put it. In her mind, she was totally convinced that I was some kind of a seductive temptress. But, that's an entirely different story, and one day maybe I will cover that. Today just isn't that day. :)

Anyway, I went to Wal Mart this morning to get some PMS medicine, and as I was walking up to the store I glanced over at someone who had caught my attention from the corner of my eye. There was a guy just standing in a parking space and staring over at me. I glanced in such a way that he was unable to tell that I had seen him, but it was the guy who sat in front of me in that 10th grade Health class. And, do you know what happened? I felt an instant wave of that same old embarrassed and shy feeling I used to get every time he would walk into the room and sit down in front of me. I couldn't believe it. I kept right on going right up to the store and didn't even look back. I have to say, it did make me wonder if he recognized me at all. I was dying to know why he was just standing there, staring at me. But, I guess I'll never know. :o What's life without a little mystery.

Friday, May 13, 2005


A very interesting thing happened when I took Thomas to his orthopedic appointment. On our way into the room, Thomas had tripped right on the floor. At the time, I had no idea the man who had commented was actually the doctor, but he had said "oh, careful little guy". It was a kind and concerned comment, nothing harsh or anything. After a bit, I find out he is actually the doctor, and he had made a comment about Thomas as being clumsy. I don't think I got angry, exactly, but I didn't like the fact that he had called him clumsy.

During the visit, Thomas played dead, and wouldn't move when the doctor had wanted him to walk, so we all left the room. He would be guaranteed to come running after mom, which he did. So, when the little experiment was over, we all headed back into the exam room, and guess what happened. The doctor tripped on his way in. Which, made me laugh considering the comment he had made only a short period before about Thomas being clumsy.

Just a little twist of irony. :)

Stressed Out

I feel so stressed out. I hate it when I get like this. It's like, my nerves are sitting just below skin level, and every little noise, thought, irritant is magnified by about a million. Right now, I just want to go home and cry. It doesn't help that swimming is not an option right now. It just started today.

Unfortunately, this is the kind of crap that I have to deal with. It just makes me want to scream. Everybody always wants, but God help them if they ever have to give anything. The entire world would fall into chaos and anarchy.


I came in today on my vacation day to clean up all of these open issues and unfortunately can not print out the FAR (system problems). The parts are acceptable and can be passed. Please move them on and I will follow up with the paperwork on Monday.



-----Original Message-----
From: Sherri Sanders (O'Rourke)
Sent: Friday, May 13, 2005 9:06 AM
Cc: Scott XXXX; Pat XXXXXX
Subject: RE: gsi6005-0726

The FAR cable has been looked at, and measurements have been recorded. I copied you as well as Bob on my findings. Nothing can proceed further until the FAR has been accepted by Bob and I have been authorized to pass new receipts through insp.


-----Original Message-----
From: Dianna XXXXXXXXX
Sent: Friday, May 13, 2005 6:53 AM
To: Bob XXXXXX; Sherri Sanders (O'Rourke); Elizabeth XXXXXXX
Cc: Scott XXXX
Subject: gsi6005-0726
Importance: High

Wed I asked that these be looked at an need to release a job that day to meet customer requirements and the last feed back I had was that Elizabeth was waiting for BOB to sign papers. Please advise the issue and when will they be released to production.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Perceptions of One's Self

I am really irritated at the moment.

Some people think they are so great. The world just revolves around them, and life as we know it would just collapse if it weren't for them. I would just love to smash them all right down to size. There is not a single person on the face of this earth that is any better then I am. We are all human, we all get up every morning and face a day full of struggles, life decisions, family, work, learning.......etc.

This morning I overheard a conversation where someone was reaching out to get help from a coworker, and the coworker said "Don't look at me" and walked away. I was pissed. I yelled over and offered my assistance. Of course, this person was gracious, but surprised. I'm a manager, and I offered unsolicited help. I just wish that other people would be more like that. Do you know how much better the quality of life would be if people would just get over themselves. A really disgusting person once told me something that now makes sense. "We all take a shit in the exact same spot." Meaning, nobody is so special that they don't have to lower themselves to do degrading acts.


Weighed myself this morning, and have officially lost 1lb. :) Yea!

1lb, about 60 to go..............

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Gourmet Lasagna

I bought a frozen gourmet lasagna last weekend. I decided to cook it up last night, it looked so good on the box. I have to say, I have never had a lasagna quite like this one before. It would have been good, if it wasn't for the white creamy stuff. Still have no idea what in the heck it was. It looked like sour cream. It was a 9 layer lasagna with 2 layers of this white stuff. Very disappointing. If I can find one without the white sauce, I would definitely buy it again.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Fat Receiving Inspection Goddess Day 2

I had a Lean Cuisine chicken enchilada meal today for lunch.

Note to self: Never buy again! Yuck!

I cheated big time last night. I'm so angry with myself. We had pizza, and I ate way to much of it. Like I said, this is going to be very difficult for me. I do fine when I'm here at work. It's when I get home that the temptation gets to be to much for me to handle. I have promised myself that today I will follow my rules. Otherwise, I will be forever doomed to be a Big Fat Receiving Inspection Goddess. (And, we all know how much I don't want to be big and FAT anymore.)


I am slightly insane today!! :)

I need some time off work. More then just a day, I need a month, I swear. Just to sit back, and relax, and take a load of stress off my shoulders.

Does anyone out there read Dilbert?? For a limited time only, this little snapshot of my life will be available for your viewing. :)


Monday, May 09, 2005

Fat Receiving Inspection Goddess

Today I have officially started to diet, and I'm going to stick to my guns. It is definitely not easy, but I am so depressed about how large I have let myself get. It's just too much, and I do have total control over the situation. I just need to take it. So, I plan to chronicle my activities here, just to keep myself from falling back into old habits.

My biggest downfall is Mt. Dew. I just can't seem to get away from the stuff. I have switched to Diet Pepsi half the time, trying to limit myself to 1 Dew a day. Just to kill the craving. In time I'm hoping I may be able to quit the stuff all together.

For lunch today I had a Lean Cuisine egg roll and rice microwave dinner. It was ok, not super fantastic, and not terrible either. I plan on having another Lean Cuisine meal for dinner as well. I hope to keep up with the health conscious stuff for a while, long enough to retrain my mind on how I should be eating. I seriously don't want to be eating TV dinners for the rest of my life, but I do need to control my eating strictly at the start. As I'm able to more reliably control what I eat, I'll be able to trust my judgment more, and not have to limit myself so much.


One of my biggest pet peeves is improper grammar. It irritates me right to the very core to hear people say 'zinc' instead of 'sink' or 'warsh' instead of 'wash'.

The area I work in sits directly next to one of the biggest offenders to the English language. The words backwoods hick is tattooed right across her forehead. It drives me insane. The absolute worst part, she is proud of that fact!

Please have designated person for you respective area gather equipment and have ready to be picked up on May 11, 2005 (Wed). .
I will make rounds Wed afternoon about 2:30 p.m. to pick equipment up from each area.

Need I say more??

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Fashion Bug

I hate the fact that the older woman who works in Fashion Bug is always trying to get me to sign up for a Fashion Bug charge card. It never fails. In fact, I cringe when I walk in the door, and glance around the store looking for her. Today, of course, was absolutely no exception. I think she has made me her personal mission. In her mind, she believes that one of these days she is going to talk me into one of those damn things.

One thing that I find extremely puzzling is the fact that she works there at all. She is at least 20 years older then any of the other employees. And, she has worked there forever. I can't remember a time that I have shopped there and she wasn't there. I'm pretty sure she isn't a manager, but I have no idea exactly how she fits into the whole scheme of things. She appears to be somewhat refined, and has a bit of class, and she has to be at least in her 50's. Today I found out that her husband never buys her Mother's Day gifts because she is offended by them. She said "I'm not his mother." I did chuckle after hearing that one. In my opinion, I think a woman should be celebrated for giving the gift of a child.

While I'm on the subject of Fashion Bug, I picked up the cutest skort. It's khaki, and gives you the illusion that it is a skirt all the way around. Very cute! I can't wait for it to warm up so I can actually wear it.

Friday, May 06, 2005

Smell this!

Have you ever noticed, the first thing a person does the minute they smell something terrible is tell you to smell whatever it is that has caused them such disgust? Just 5 minutes ago this happened to me. I was present, and the SQE happened to notice an odd mechanical smell on a cable, and says to me "Smell this." So, what do I do, I just go and smell it without thinking twice about it. And, yes, it did smell terrible. Which made me think, now why did I smell it when I knew it would smell bad? And, why would it be a persons first instinct to request that someone else experience the horror that has just befallen them?

Barrettes and Scrunchies

I am right at this very moment sitting across from a man that is a coworker who suffers from gender confusion. There's no missing it. He's married, and will tell you all about his wife and children, but he wears barrettes and scrunchies. He even goes so far as to paint his fingernails with clear polish. Although he appears to be a very courteous and consciencious person, I have to admit, it is unnerving to me. He is sitting directly across from me today inspecting datecodes on suspect components that have been placed on boards. As much as I hate to admit it, I was a little hesitant to think about having to sit across from him.

Shame on me. I know I'm above all that superficial 'looks' crap, and here I am doubting whether or not someone should carry on a conversation with me because people will see. Thank God I came to my senses, and I have forced that out of my mind. I did, however, email Jessica about it. :)


12:50 PM

Addition to saga..................
Barrette scrunchie man just stated to me that he thought I got lost at lunch, and was considering sending out a St. Bernanrd to find me. Ugh. He doesn't know I can see him, he's staring at me. He thinks I am staring intently at this computer right now as I type.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Run Away Bride II

I just read an article about the infamous run away bride. She is now denying the fact that she had cold feet, and that she still was very much in love with her fiance. It was all just terrible timing and she was trying to escape overwhelming personal issues. Yah-right! Right now she is clawing like hell to get herself out of the self inflicted torture she has created. I also read that the state has filed a law suit to reclaim the cost of the unnecessary man hunt.

I sometimes wish I had disappeared when I had my case of cold feet. Perhaps things would be different for me now. I definitely wouldn't have pulled a stunt like hers, however. Then I think, if I had, I would never have had Thomas. And, I never want to know a day where I don't have that little guy. My life wouldn't be complete without him.


I can't believe all the pop ups that I am getting!!! It's driving me insane!!!!

Thomas has fractured the outer bone of his left leg. I can't believe all the mishaps that have befallen this little guy. You name it, it's happened. He's sleeping right now. Thank God. Poor thing, he didn't sleep at all last night. Nor, today. I had to take him to daycare even though I knew something was wrong with his leg. I felt terrible, but I couldn't not be at work during the ISO audit. The first hour I was at work was about the most stressful thing I've ever experienced. My neck still hurts from the tension. I had 15 minutes to get a quality alert and deviation together for the expiration date situation. I couldn't believe it when Rick said he would like to have it done by 8:15. It was 10 minutes to 8:00 when he was telling me. Somehow, I managed to get it done. :)

We ended up getting the recommendation for certification for ISO 13485, which was very good. Only 4 minor noncompliances. One of which being the expiration date situation. The unsigned work instruction didn't even come up in any of the findings or opportunities. I can remove the weight from my shoulders now.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Envy and Rivalry

Some people amaze me. They will go to no end to try to appear to have it all. They feel no remorse for breaking up a marriage. The feel no regret what-so-ever for spending the entire life savings of someone else to maintain a lifestyle that is above and beyond their means. It just sickens me.

Today at work, I noticed one of the nicer cars in the parking lot had a big scratchy dent on the back of it. It's a white Cadillac, and is all nice and new. The owner, however, has a lot of money and is not at all in the least bothered by the scratch. She has actually driven around with it for quite a while now. On the other hand, the fake pretender I made reference to above, has the biggest SUV in the parking lot, and it will never have spot of dirt or scratch on it. Why?? Because looks are everything when you have nothing.

Word is all over the shop today. The fake pretender has a new 'engagement' ring that is horribly gaudy and huge. Why, you may ask?? Because she had broken up the 17 year marriage of one of our coworkers, and she absolutely feels the need to rub it in. In order for her to be able to one up the coworker yet again, she has to marry this guy, and have a ring that will kill her with envy. Does she love this guy? I have my doubts. But as long as she feels she has bested the situation, she will hang on for dear life.

I have to say, I am disappointed and sickened that I have to be compared to such low class trash.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005


Ever since JH has discovered that I have one of the black phones, she has been trying to get her grubby little paws on it. Twice now she has requested I swap it out for a different phone. Today, I did relent, for a temporary period of time. The phone she swapped it for?? Absolutely disgusting!! Coated in finger grime from God knows when. I thought I was going to gross out when I started cleaning it. I also discovered, it belonged to Dave Keebler, and still has his phone list in it. Good Lord, I hate to complain, but I've had that phone for 3 years. It was never an issue until JH discovered quite by accident that I had one of the black phones back here.

If you don't have anything nice to say.......Keep it to yourself!

I am angry this morning. I was looking through a Candle Light book to place an order, and E walks over to my desk and says "You have a lot of parts on the list today!" and gives me a judgmental look. It pissed me off royally. First of all, I'm her boss. Second of all, I don't get breaks and scheduled lunches everyday. If I want to scan through a magazine and place an order, I'm going to damn well do it. Third of all, who is she to judge anyone!! I hate to say it, but I really dislike people who think they are better than anyone else.

Last Thursday I came in to work with no socks on and slip on shoes. Her first comment of the day to me was, what do you think this is? Summer? Your going to get pneumonia.

When I got my hair cut in this shorter trendy style. Her first comment to me was, what did you do that for? Maybe it will hide your thin hair. Ok, I already feel self conscious enough, lets add that to the mix.

When I wear capri pants to work. She says to me, in my day, we wouldn't be caught dead outside the house in those.

I have to say, sometimes I could just choke this woman.

Monday, May 02, 2005

Stressed Out

I'm stressed out today. Our ISO audit is this week, ending Thursday. Let me just say, it never fails, they always wait to the last minute to do anything in this plant. I'll be glad when it's done. :)

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Runaway Bride

As I was watching the news this morning, I was completely put off by the fact that the biggest news story of the day was that missing/runaway bride. Puh-lease!! Of the hundreds of other things that happened in the course of the week, that was the one thing the network had decided was the top news story?

#1 She made up a story about being kidnapped by a Hispanic guy and a Caucasian woman in their forties. What if the police had actually arrested a couple of people based on their descriptions in the Albuquerque area??

#2 She bought the greyhound ticket over a week ago. If you have enough forethought to buy a bus ticket, get a little backbone and call off the wedding!

#3 How many millions of other cold feet brides have stood their husbands up at the alter? Why is this one so special that she gets news coverage? Could it possibly be because they are loaded? I have reason to believe, that's probably the case. Now, consider this, her search became a nation wide search. The parents of an abducted child could possible have missed their chance to find their child alive because of her stunt, and the wasted time spent looking for her by law enforcement.

I could go on, but enough time has been dedicated to this. Shame on the news crews for not being able to actually show some news worthy stories. A story like this is best left to late night talk shows.

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