Hot and cranky and trying to work out of it...

The assistant of the estate lady sent me an efax of a check with a note that says 'do you know what this is?  is it a refund on an airline ticket?'  WTF?   So I had to download the efax reader (I get an efax about once a year these days) to look at the damn thing since her note included precious little info.

Turns out it's the freakin' check I had to send her boss when she fucked up the account and sent us too much money.  Way to start my morning!!  The check had her boss's name on it in the comment section 'to the attention of xxxx'.  Had little Miss Assistant bothered to look up from her desk and ask estate lady (who sits 3 feet from her) she could have solved the mystery without me.

I'm trying to remember now why I did not hire that hit man. 

And it's hot.  Well, not hot but it's sure not winter.  The ceiling fan is running and the terrace door is open.  If it's spring, I want baseball.  No baseball, I want cold. It's a pretty simple formula.  Why can't the world understand that?

And some work folks did a number on my last nerve last night.  I need to write a macro for a function key so I can hit the key and send "When your budget covers my PO, I'll consider your fuck up my emergency.  Until then, back off and go terrorize your own vendor." 

And that spot on the back of my scalp, near my neck, that I'm pretty sure is some exema is itching like crazy.  I do plan to show the Man Doctor but I'm not going to see him until February 15.  Not scratching an itch provides negative satisfaction.

Ok, so... now I'm all vented and ready to start my day!!

Hot and cranky and trying to work out of it...

The assistant of the estate lady sent me an efax of a check with a note that says 'do you know what this is?  is it a refund on an airline ticket?'  WTF?   So I had to download the efax reader (I get an efax about once a year these days) to look at the damn thing since her note included precious little info.

Turns out it's the freakin' check I had to send her boss when she fucked up the account and sent us too much money.  Way to start my morning!!  The check had her boss's name on it in the comment section 'to the attention of xxxx'.  Had little Miss Assistant bothered to look up from her desk and ask estate lady (who sits 3 feet from her) she could have solved the mystery without me.

I'm trying to remember now why I did not hire that hit man. 

And it's hot.  Well, not hot but it's sure not winter.  The ceiling fan is running and the terrace door is open.  If it's spring, I want baseball.  No baseball, I want cold. It's a pretty simple formula.  Why can't the world understand that?

And some work folks did a number on my last nerve last night.  I need to write a macro for a function key so I can hit the key and send "When your budget covers my PO, I'll consider your fuck up my emergency.  Until then, back off and go terrorize your own vendor." 

And that spot on the back of my scalp, near my neck, that I'm pretty sure is some exema is itching like crazy.  I do plan to show the Man Doctor but I'm not going to see him until February 15.  Not scratching an itch provides negative satisfaction.

Ok, so... now I'm all vented and ready to start my day!!

Very Curious...

It started about a week ago... I got an email into my gmail account from a guy who's title was Executive Chef and who's domain turns out to be a company of restaurants in Chicago.  He was happy to have talked to me on the phone that day and appreciated my interest in his company.  

I sent him a note back explaining that probably his note was intended for someone else as I was not in Chicago and had no recollection of talking to him on the phone.  I got a curt 'thank you' in response.  

Then another strange note came in about getting together for another 'girl's night' really soon and why, when we only live a floor apart, don't we see each other more often?  Call me?  The telephone number was a Chicago area code.

Just now I got a fairly formal and seriously interested obviously post job interview follow up email from the CEO of yet another Chicago restaurant company.  Looks like I have a good shot at the job!  

Surely this person cannot be confused about her own email address????  Is gmail confused?  Should I take the restaurant job?  When I got a chance to leave California back in the early 90's Chicago was my second choice.  I've never lived there.  I could get a lot more snow...  hmmmm

Very Curious...

It started about a week ago... I got an email into my gmail account from a guy who's title was Executive Chef and who's domain turns out to be a company of restaurants in Chicago.  He was happy to have talked to me on the phone that day and appreciated my interest in his company.  

I sent him a note back explaining that probably his note was intended for someone else as I was not in Chicago and had no recollection of talking to him on the phone.  I got a curt 'thank you' in response.  

Then another strange note came in about getting together for another 'girl's night' really soon and why, when we only live a floor apart, don't we see each other more often?  Call me?  The telephone number was a Chicago area code.

Just now I got a fairly formal and seriously interested obviously post job interview follow up email from the CEO of yet another Chicago restaurant company.  Looks like I have a good shot at the job!  

Surely this person cannot be confused about her own email address????  Is gmail confused?  Should I take the restaurant job?  When I got a chance to leave California back in the early 90's Chicago was my second choice.  I've never lived there.  I could get a lot more snow...  hmmmm

Mystery Solved - don't cry for me Chi i ca go...

I dug out that email from the woman who lives one floor away and replied to her asking her to help me find Restaurant Susan.

And then I did.  Susan S Dennis is the one on the job hunt in Chicago.  She says she tried to get susandennis @ gmail but couldn't cause it was already taken...  :) so she went with susansdennis which is on her business cards but apparently that middle s is a little too subtle.

So I sent her all her email and wished her well. 

And I'll stay here.  Chicago's loss, I think.

Mystery Solved - don't cry for me Chi i ca go...

I dug out that email from the woman who lives one floor away and replied to her asking her to help me find Restaurant Susan.

And then I did.  Susan S Dennis is the one on the job hunt in Chicago.  She says she tried to get susandennis @ gmail but couldn't cause it was already taken...  :) so she went with susansdennis which is on her business cards but apparently that middle s is a little too subtle.

So I sent her all her email and wished her well. 

And I'll stay here.  Chicago's loss, I think.

Little odd things all day long

My stocks sure zipped upward after last nignt's little prez chat.  Guess he said or didn't say whatever it was that the business gods wanted to hear or not hear.  Whatever.  I'm grateful.  Nice little bump thankyouverymuch.

Susan S Dennis got yet another nice note with encouraging words about yet another job prospect.  I wish I had her resume and a picture. It would so help me decide which one of these was best for her.  This is fun.

Then the phone rang.  I did not recognize the caller ID name but the voice sounded exactly like Christy Taylor's father.  The Taylors were our next door neighbors in Winston-Salem and Mr. Taylor had the most wonderful voice.  It was Southern smooth and cultured and kind.  When he spoke you felt like there was no problem too big to fix and nothing horrible ever anywhere.  (That he ended up a fairly permanent resident in the psych ward with severe depression is just ironic.  But, this was the South and we didn't discuss such things.  It's actually kind of amazing that I even know that's what happened to him.)  

Anyway, on the phone today was one Bob Babson from 'just outside Raleigh' and he was looking for a business writer and found my resume.  I let him know that I did not do that kind of work any more but even so, we had a lovely chat.  He made me hungry for hush puppies and catfish and Bojangles chicken with a biscuit.  I wanted to listen to him forever.

What a funky day!

Little odd things all day long

My stocks sure zipped upward after last nignt's little prez chat.  Guess he said or didn't say whatever it was that the business gods wanted to hear or not hear.  Whatever.  I'm grateful.  Nice little bump thankyouverymuch.

Susan S Dennis got yet another nice note with encouraging words about yet another job prospect.  I wish I had her resume and a picture. It would so help me decide which one of these was best for her.  This is fun.

Then the phone rang.  I did not recognize the caller ID name but the voice sounded exactly like Christy Taylor's father.  The Taylors were our next door neighbors in Winston-Salem and Mr. Taylor had the most wonderful voice.  It was Southern smooth and cultured and kind.  When he spoke you felt like there was no problem too big to fix and nothing horrible ever anywhere.  (That he ended up a fairly permanent resident in the psych ward with severe depression is just ironic.  But, this was the South and we didn't discuss such things.  It's actually kind of amazing that I even know that's what happened to him.)  

Anyway, on the phone today was one Bob Babson from 'just outside Raleigh' and he was looking for a business writer and found my resume.  I let him know that I did not do that kind of work any more but even so, we had a lovely chat.  He made me hungry for hush puppies and catfish and Bojangles chicken with a biscuit.  I wanted to listen to him forever.

What a funky day!

I want

Either this:



Or this:



But neither one is for sale yet. I'm not sure which one will win. Probably the one that comes available first.

I want

Either this:



Or this:



But neither one is for sale yet. I'm not sure which one will win. Probably the one that comes available first.