Thursday, September 19, 2013
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Friday, August 16, 2013
I learned today that I have a wonderful backyard resident. When I first saw the movement around Blondie's feet, I thought it was just the leaves flitting around, but then it traveled up the base of the tree. At which point, I said slightly aloud, "what the hell?" That's when I peeked around the tree, looked up, and saw her... frozen, not one hair moved, not even a blink, just inches from my face. I must've looked terrifying to her, so I recoiled. Then took a second look. Still frozen.
For some reason seeing her and playing hide and seek on one of my shade trees took me back to my childhood, although I've really never seen one in the wild before tonight. My favorite book was Mrs Frisby and the Rats of NIMH. All I can say is I hope she sticks around.
I like her.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
I started a thorough evaluation of all the caches in our area -- looking for ones with no higher than a 1.5 difficulty level that had been found within the last few days. This would give me better chances of finding one. As I'm doing my research, JM mentions he's hungry for dinner. I suggested we go out (obviously I had ulterior motives). We ate, then we head over to a locally-owned bakery called Go For Donuts. And there we found our first geocache.
After peeping at all the contents, taking a couple pictures (first picture) and signing a the tiny discovery log, we returned this cache to it's delightful home and, somehow, I convinced Jon-Michael to make one more stop. This one turned out to be more difficult than we anticipated; as it turns out, our GPS was ineffective. We actually ended up finding this one solely based on clues from the name of the cache and from previous hunters (second picture). And in this one, we actually found what's called Travel Bug. They're items with serial numbers and are continuously relocated by cachers. I'm thinking we'll be hitting the beach some time in August, and I'm hoping we find a geocache we can drop Acts 2:38 (the name of the Travel Bug) in. The other contents in the ammo can cache included a stress ball in the shape of a rubber ducky, a faith necklace, a bird feather, a piggy bank magnet, a wooden toy car, a journal for us to write in, a Goofy toy, a Mickey Mouse magnet (we swapped this out for a bag of coal that says "you've been naughty"), two miniature frog statues, and a bunch of other trinkets.
Friday, August 2, 2013
Thursday, August 1, 2013
It seems to come in ebbs and flows - and no, I don't think I'm alone in this. I just ... today I did not want to deal with all the issues. It actually started at the end of yesterday - got an email asking me to do someone else's dirty work of calling a client and delivering bad news. Not cool. And the answer is no. I accidentally disregarded that email.
I'm in a cross-trained position - to put it more accurately, I am expected to be able to do anything, anytime. I am the face of our business and I am to ensure everyone has a positive experience within our building. Yet I am constantly battling with others to see that level of service is attained. And let me just be clear, I am no receptionist. I am actually weighted most heavily in the service ratings and still am required to meet reasonably difficult production goals. And I excel. Wonderously so. I'm tops at those things. And it seems like the better I am, the more is asked of me ... by everyone.
Can you do this? Will you talk to so-and-so for me? Can you listen to me gripe? Do my dirty work. Is this something you can teach me? Fix my computer. Put in this service request. Order supplies. Set up our new technology. Plan our birthday parties. It's bullshit. I am awesome, but that doesn't mean I have to do your job too. Yet it seems that is growing increasingly expected of me.
Yesterday I decided I'm putting the birthday thing to a vote. If no one wants to take over as birthday captain, we're dispersing the money in the kitty and disbanding our little club. I am finally over chasing people down for $3 each pay period so that I can NOT use my own money to celebrate birthdays of people I wouldn't give two shits about if it weren't for the fact we worked together. If no one volunteers, it's over.
Then today I decided I'm going to exercise the particular vocal chords used to say the one-word phrase 'no' more. No, I will not call your client and give them bad news. No, I will not be able to switch shifts with you. No, I can't order your replacement printer. No, I'm not going to use my valuable work time to do something you're responsible for. Just, no.
It's a day like today that makes an independently wealthy woman, who works because she truly loves making an impact on the world, drop her keys on the desk of her supervisor and walk out unannounced.
If I were that woman, today I would have.
But then I consider that I may never see Myles again...
While on my lunch break the other day, I was informed I had a visitor. I came out to see a 3-year-old boy at the end of the hall, blushing and holding the most gorgeous, purple roses. I almost cried. I hugged him, kissed him on the cheek, then watched him turn absolutely beet red and look up at his mom and grin. He is utterly precious - he even signed the card for me. I am smitten.
What I love about my job are the relationships I form with people. It's being able to watch the children grow up. Being able to hear about the grand kids and the marriages. I've been seeing Myles in the branch for a couple years now. If you only knew how shy he really is - even after two years, he still doesn't talk until he is safely to the exit, then he busts out with a see ya later! He is awe-inspiring. And he just may have been the single reason I didn't walk out today.