Some people might call it tattle tailing. I call it damage control. I had finally had enough of the crap that was going on at work. My boss had pushed and pushed to the point where I would come in everyday and instantly be in a bad mood, just because I was at work. So, I went to HIS boss, Cliff.
Now, I know Cliff better the just a regular employee. I used to be a nanny, and I looked after his kids 10 years ago. That's how I know the family, and 4 and 1/2 years ago when I was looking for work he offered me a position in his business, and I've been here ever since. It's that relationship that perhaps makes it a bit easier for me to talk to him on a serious level. So I did.
And did I ever. I spilled my guts. I told him everything that had been going on, and judging by his reaction he wasn't aware of 99% of it. First off, Abzul said "no temps as per Cliff". Cliff NEVER said that. In fact, 2 weeks ago he told Abzul that if we needed help to get it in here no problem. Second, I told Cliff about the sleeping. I told him that several people on several occasions have busted Abzul sleeping at his desk. I explained that it's not right to pile the work on to the point on unbearable, and then sleep in your office. Not okay!
Needless to say Cliff agreed. He was NOT impressed. He had me fill out a grievance against my boss, and asked me to keep a close eye on things. Two more grievances and he can fire him. He also told me that he would have a meeting with my boss to better understand why things have gotten the way the are, and to also give him a written warning about the sleeping and his behaviour in the office (ex - telling lies). OMG!! This little meeting happened yesterday. It went for over an hour and voices were definitely raised. It was tense. After the meeting, I knew I would have a solid bulls eye on my back. It's no surprise that Abzul and I don't like each other, and I'm sure he figured out it was me who ratted him out but I played it cool, and so did he. Cold in fact. Not a word.
Now I hear that we are getting a temp in here today, and some of the job responsibilities are going to be re-evaluated and perhaps even changed around. Interesting how things can change in a matter of a day.
So, I've done what I could. I gave Cliff a heads up on what was going on. If things due, in fact change I'll stay until I'm done school (school is paid for through work). If nothing changes by the time the wedding is over I will still leave. I have to give it one last shot though, I told Cliff I would. Stay tuned for updates. LOL
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
work
So lately at work I've been overwhelmed with work. I've been going so hard for the last few months that I'm starting to panic! Back in Feb we started a new payroll system and in order for the payroll guy to have a smooth transition I was asked to take a bunch of his work off his hands. I was told this would be temporary, which I agreed to. I'm never one to say no, and that's half my problem right there. Well, it's been months, the payroll system is up and running since April and there has been no sign of this pile of work going back to the A/R person (who is a close personal friend of my boss).
Now, the store is crazy busy. We're running this huge sale and paper work is flying onto my desk in record speed. It's nuts. Also, we're hitting the summer holiday season. This means that people in the accounting department are going to start taking time off, which means their work must be picked up by someone else. We are only a department of three so there's not many people to hand off things too. Also, July is our year end. And there is so much to do for year end I can't even type it all out. Add to this the fact that I tend to be the "go to girl" at work. If there's a problem with ANYTHING ask Lucy. This happens every day. Even the owner of the company calls me daily to help him get out of something he doesn't know how to do. Slap on a wedding in 2 and some months and I'm ready to go off the deep end.
I wouldn't be so stressed if 1) I knew the payroll guy was super busy; however every time I walk by his desk he's playing solitier and 2) my boss can't seem to stay awake at his desk. It's been like this for months. I've busted him, others have busted him fast asleep at his desk. I used to just walk by and shake my head. Now, I knock hard on the door and say WAKE UP ABZUL!!!!
So, because of this I decided to take a stand and go and talk to Abzul today and tell him that I'm too overwhelmed, this situation was suppose to be temporary, we've got year end coming up and I can't continue to do the A/R's persons work. I showed him everything I was getting behind on, explained my concerns with year end coming up, and the 3 weeks I'll be gone for for my wedding/honeymoon. I thought I presented a pretty good case. I was not mad, I didn't attack. The response I got..."if your so busy then why don't you come in on the weekend"!
ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME?? I come to for help, you're my boss and this is your solution. How about you give back some work to your buddy there? How about you get to bed earlier and not sleep at work and pick up some of the slack yourself? I'm so mad I can't even type fast enough. I could turn this into a very long entry but I will refrain. Instead, I will work. I will do what I can in the time that I can get it done. And in two and a half months when we get back from California I will look for a new job, and when I find it I will leave.
This time I WILL leave.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
pain
I threw my back out. I'm in so much pain right now because I threw my back out. How did I do this? At the gym. Now, don't start thinking that I was lifting weights, or running on the treadmill when this happened! True, I was at the gym, however I threw my back out....putting my pants on. That's right. I was bending over to put my pants out when my lower back popped and bingo bango, my back is out. This happened on Monday. By Tuesday I couldn't sit at my desk so I went to the chiropractor. I did such a good job that I had to go back yesterday and again tomorrow. I didn't come to work yesterday because it hurt so bad. Today...it feels worse, but I'm at work because I've got too much to do. Too much to do...and I'm blogging. Oh well..I'm over it. I have an appointment with my trainer today and I'm part of me wants to cancel due to the shooting pain in my back and part of me wants to go because I don't want to fall off the horse and mess up the good work that I've been doing.
I hate this. My back has been such a problem for me for 13 years now. I was in a car crash that screwed up my back. Then I got run over by a friend in high school which no doubt contributed to my back issues. I used to go to the chiro on a regular basis but I haven't in about 6 years. I've had bad back issues but I've always just dealt with them. I carry pills with me everyday and pop 'em when the going gets tough. Not this time though, this time is different. This is the worst it's felt in a long time. Now, I've been sitting for too long. I have to go for a walk.
Damn pants!
I hate this. My back has been such a problem for me for 13 years now. I was in a car crash that screwed up my back. Then I got run over by a friend in high school which no doubt contributed to my back issues. I used to go to the chiro on a regular basis but I haven't in about 6 years. I've had bad back issues but I've always just dealt with them. I carry pills with me everyday and pop 'em when the going gets tough. Not this time though, this time is different. This is the worst it's felt in a long time. Now, I've been sitting for too long. I have to go for a walk.
Damn pants!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
weight
What's in a number? I'm 28, 5'2ish, I have 2 arms, 2 legs, 2 hands, 2 feet, and I weigh....
Ya right. Like I was about to give that one away. I 'used' to weigh 140 pounds. I also 'used' to be 18. I used to never EVER struggle with my weight. I was always small. I was always this short, skinny girl with a small build that you could just fit right into your pocket. And I was a pig too. I remember back then going to the Chicken Chef in Okotoks during spares and mowing down a plate of fries dripping in gravy, topped off with a mound of seasoning salt. And that was an everyday occurrence. Did I pack on the pounds then...nope. Notta one. It wasn't until AFTER high school that it happened. And it didn't happen all at once either. It was a slow steady climb up the scale. So what changed?
I could ramble off a bunch of reasons that got me to the place that I am now, but really, what's the point. The fact is that this is where I am now, and I've never worked harder in my life to be the weight that I once was. The sad thing is that I will most likely never be what I used to be. My body has changed, my life has changed, and I just can't see it happening. And that's not to say it's from lack of trying because it's not. Once I made the decision to loose the weight I took the bulls by the horn and ran with it. I joined Jenny Craig and it started happening. The girls there said that a healthy weight loss is around 1 - 2 pounds a week, and I was dropping 2 - 3. I stuck to the meal plans and really made a go of it. This was hard for me because I luuuuuuuv to cook. It's in my blood. My dad was a chef, we owned restaurants, my brother is a chef, my mom is amazing at it, and I fancy myself as a decent cook. So, here I was every night cooking these great meals for my man (who supported me fully), serving the table, and popping my meal into the microwave, pulling back that clear plastic and digging in. But I did it. And I lost 30 pounds! 30 pounds! That's a lot for a small girl like me. I was so happy. I ditched the diet and loved myself! I may not have been 140 again, but I was closer then I had been in ten years.
Now, here's the thing they don't tell ya. You will loose weight on Jenny Craig. If you eat the food and nothing else you will loose weight. Keep the weight off, that's a different story. The thing is you don't learn anything on Jenny. Everything is pre-packaged for you, you can't screw up...until your no longer on the diet and left to your own demise. Then your screwed. I didn't learn anything from being on Jenny Craig other then eating their food (which cost me 140 bucks a week) will help you loose weight, but there's so much more then that in order to keep the weight off. I gained back 17 pounds.
Whatever. I gained it back and got engaged. Now, you want a good diet, get engaged because they throw you into a puffy white dress (the most un-flattering) of colors and march you down in front of your nearest and dearest for all to see. So, 5 weeks ago I started seeing a trainer, Lisa. She's great. She's at the gym that I frequent and I work with her 2 times a week for an hour, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Then I go on my own 3 times, Monday, Wednesday and Friday for an hour of just cardio. And, she's a nutritionist so she guides me on my way as well as far as food is concerned. One major thing I've changed is now I eat off of small plates. We as humans have a habit of filling our plates full and eating everything in front of us. So now, I eat off a salad plate. It's great because I still get to cook and eat the food I make, just smaller portions of it. And I don't want for anything, because I get it if I want it. Except chips, I'm a chip whore, so I have to just stay away from those. I've also changed my way of thinking. This isn't a diet, this is now my life. Diets are so temporary. This is just the way it will be forever now. Will I always eat off small plates...no. But I will learn what I can and cannot get away with. And that's a greater lesson!
I was 201 when I started with Lisa 5 weeks ago. I'm 190 now. 190 and learning!
Now that was a big step for me...don't tell anyone!
Ya right. Like I was about to give that one away. I 'used' to weigh 140 pounds. I also 'used' to be 18. I used to never EVER struggle with my weight. I was always small. I was always this short, skinny girl with a small build that you could just fit right into your pocket. And I was a pig too. I remember back then going to the Chicken Chef in Okotoks during spares and mowing down a plate of fries dripping in gravy, topped off with a mound of seasoning salt. And that was an everyday occurrence. Did I pack on the pounds then...nope. Notta one. It wasn't until AFTER high school that it happened. And it didn't happen all at once either. It was a slow steady climb up the scale. So what changed?
I could ramble off a bunch of reasons that got me to the place that I am now, but really, what's the point. The fact is that this is where I am now, and I've never worked harder in my life to be the weight that I once was. The sad thing is that I will most likely never be what I used to be. My body has changed, my life has changed, and I just can't see it happening. And that's not to say it's from lack of trying because it's not. Once I made the decision to loose the weight I took the bulls by the horn and ran with it. I joined Jenny Craig and it started happening. The girls there said that a healthy weight loss is around 1 - 2 pounds a week, and I was dropping 2 - 3. I stuck to the meal plans and really made a go of it. This was hard for me because I luuuuuuuv to cook. It's in my blood. My dad was a chef, we owned restaurants, my brother is a chef, my mom is amazing at it, and I fancy myself as a decent cook. So, here I was every night cooking these great meals for my man (who supported me fully), serving the table, and popping my meal into the microwave, pulling back that clear plastic and digging in. But I did it. And I lost 30 pounds! 30 pounds! That's a lot for a small girl like me. I was so happy. I ditched the diet and loved myself! I may not have been 140 again, but I was closer then I had been in ten years.
Now, here's the thing they don't tell ya. You will loose weight on Jenny Craig. If you eat the food and nothing else you will loose weight. Keep the weight off, that's a different story. The thing is you don't learn anything on Jenny. Everything is pre-packaged for you, you can't screw up...until your no longer on the diet and left to your own demise. Then your screwed. I didn't learn anything from being on Jenny Craig other then eating their food (which cost me 140 bucks a week) will help you loose weight, but there's so much more then that in order to keep the weight off. I gained back 17 pounds.
Whatever. I gained it back and got engaged. Now, you want a good diet, get engaged because they throw you into a puffy white dress (the most un-flattering) of colors and march you down in front of your nearest and dearest for all to see. So, 5 weeks ago I started seeing a trainer, Lisa. She's great. She's at the gym that I frequent and I work with her 2 times a week for an hour, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Then I go on my own 3 times, Monday, Wednesday and Friday for an hour of just cardio. And, she's a nutritionist so she guides me on my way as well as far as food is concerned. One major thing I've changed is now I eat off of small plates. We as humans have a habit of filling our plates full and eating everything in front of us. So now, I eat off a salad plate. It's great because I still get to cook and eat the food I make, just smaller portions of it. And I don't want for anything, because I get it if I want it. Except chips, I'm a chip whore, so I have to just stay away from those. I've also changed my way of thinking. This isn't a diet, this is now my life. Diets are so temporary. This is just the way it will be forever now. Will I always eat off small plates...no. But I will learn what I can and cannot get away with. And that's a greater lesson!
I was 201 when I started with Lisa 5 weeks ago. I'm 190 now. 190 and learning!
Now that was a big step for me...don't tell anyone!
Sunday, June 8, 2008
maddi
Maddi is my dog. She's a small white fluffy thing and she is my very best friend. I love everything about her. The way her fur smells, the way she wakes us up after the alarm goes off with wet kisses to the face, her cute little eyes. She's the best.
She the first dog that I've ever owned on my own. Now, I've had dogs in the past but I was a kid and although I loved the dog we had, she really became my grandfathers dog. Maddi is the first dog I've owed all grown up. I picked her out, brought her home and cared for her every day since.
She is more then a dog. She really is a small person. She has these facial expressions that when you really get to know her you can read her face so well it's like she's talking to you. I know you should never think of your pet as a child, but it's so hard sometimes not too. She's goofy, loving, caring and all around a great companion. She's the only thing in my life that greets me at the door as though she's been waiting idly by for every second that I've been gone (which I don't doubt she does). She's so happy to see me that not matter how crappy of a day I've had, I'm instantly smiling . We have this "ritual" when Mark and I get home. Cuddle time. We come home, take off our shoes and me, Mark and Maddi jump on the bed to cuddle. And I mean cuddle! She's right in there, up at our heads, licking, freakin' out because she's soooo happy. Once we've all had our fill we can get on with the rest of the day, but not before cuddle time. I've got to say that it's one of my favorite times of the day. Maddi's also so in tune with our emotions. If I'm crying she's in right there in my face pawing at me to notice her, pet her or let her come lick me. If Mark and are fighting she will get right in the middle of us and bark, tail wagging trying to break it up (which almost always works because when she barks at us fighting it's not a bark, it's a silly yap which always makes me or him smile). At bed time she snuggles right in to bed with us. She'll be up at our heads curled into a ball all tucked in.
She's really made an impact on my life and this houses life. She is part of the family, and perhaps the most important member. I love her with all my heart.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Bridezilla
As I've mentioned I'm getting married. In fact, I am getting married in exactly three months from today. And in three months and one day I can breathe a huge sigh of relief. Don't get me wrong, I'm am looking forward to getting married in a big way, really, I am. However, at times (which seem to be happening more and more lately) I am looking forward to this whole thing being over with. To be honest I haven't had it bad thus far. Mark and I got engaged March 19 2007 and I started planning March 20 2007.
Well, okay, I've been planning for longer then that. I think I was 12 when I bought my first wedding magazine. That's right, I'm one of "those" girls. I've been dreaming about my wedding for years and years. I actually have one of those rubber maid containers in my basement filled with old wedding mag's from years past with stickies and post-it's on the pages I flagged because I like the dress/hairstyle/flowers/plate setting/colors/etc. Most of which are completely hideous. I mean if you think regular fashion from the 80's was bad, the wedding fashion was way worse. I mean, those puffy shoulders, the crystal beading, the huge bows on the back side! Who wants their back side to look even bigger by putting some massive tulle bow on?? And I kept these magazines thinking I could reference them in the future when I was actually going to get married. Riiiiiiiiiiiiight. If I showed up to my wedding wearing what I thought was actually pretty back then Mark and everyone else would have run out of the church laughing, pointing and crying all at the same time.
Anyways, you get the picture. I love (correction...loved) weddings. I even fancied the idea at one point in my adulthood of becoming a wedding planner. Truthfully, it still enters my mind every once and while. One of my girlfriends even bought my a "How to become a wedding planner" book for my birthday a few years back. Then...I got engaged, and it begun. This moment, this time in my life that I've been waiting for finally happened. So it was no surprise that I jumped in guns a blazin'. In a matter of a month I had the date picked, the church arranged and the reception site planned. I even had all of my bridesmaids lined up ready to answer to my ever call. So, it should be no surprise that it all started to fall apart as fast as it came together. See, I forgot one crucial point in all of this, I have a fiance, and maybe I should swing some of my ideas past him. My bad. See, I had been waiting for so long to get engaged that when it happened I just assumed I could take care of the rest myself, seeing as I had been planning in my head without having to ask anyone else for their opinion, why should that change right? WRONG! The thing is that even if Mark doesn't want to admit it this is his day as well, and he wants to have just as much as a say in things as I do. He's not the kind to sit by and let it all happen around him. He didn't agree with the church, the reception, and the most heartbreaking....he didn't like my girlfriend that I had asked to be my maid of honor. In fact, it was almost a deal breaker for him. She's out, or he's out. He never said it...but I knew it.
Side note...Mark would never make me choose like that. NEVER. But he wouldn't have been happy, and in turn I wouldn't have been happy. There's a history there and it just wouldn't have worked, and I really should have known better to ask her in the first place. I knew he would be upset, but I just got caught up in all the excitement and it just sort of happened. So, to make what could be a long blog even longer I'll just say I took care of the situation gracefully. My girlfriend and I remain good friends. It may have been awkward at first but it is a clear case of time healing all wounds. We've moved on, and that's all I'll say about that. I now have three amazing bridesmaids (groom approved) whom I love with all my heart, and will prove to be even more beautiful then me on the big day, inside and out.
Back to the planning. Once I got used to the idea of there being two people involved in this wedding the situation became easier. We found a church we BOTH liked, a reception site we BOTH like and so on and so on. The planning could now start...again. And then it happened...again. WE didn't realize that this wedding wasn't for the two of us, it was for us, and the parents, and the parents friends we just HAD to invite, and the parents friends that we've never met that we HAD to invite and blah blah blah. Suddenly it wasn't just me loosing control, now it was us loosing control. It started with my mom, which sucked because it would seem like my mom was the only one creeping into our wedding. Then, Mark's mom started, and we had both of them creeping into our plans. Now, I've watched these shows on TLC about brides freaking out here and there. I didn't want to be one of these brides. Besides, I'm "Super Bride" who is amazingly organized, efficient, and just all around amazing. There's nothing I can't handle. In my dreams. Well, I have to give myself some credit. We have done well, and things have gone smooth so far. I secured locations, florist, DJ, limo's, and dresses nice and early so that if things fell apart we had time to re-order, re-book, and re-dress. Good thing too because my wedding dress came in wrong. I ordered an ivory dress with a cinnamon sash and what I got was a cinnamon dress with and ivory sash. A little too goth for me thank you! The correct wedding gown arrived three months later. Then they called and said my grad dress was in. Funny, I graduated 10 years ago. So they called back, "sorry, it's your junior bridesmaid dress that's in". Weird, we don't' have one of those. Call number three "it's the mother of the bride dress". Okay I thought, so I called my mom, only to find out she didn't order a dress. This was bridezilla's first showing. I decided no more phone calls. I went there to see what they had in person. Nothing. They had nothing. I was called totally in error. Weird. I got a call last night that the three bridesmaids dresses I ordered was in. I'm not excited yet, I have to go down and see what is really in before I trust that call. We did put the parents at bay, and I did have to start putting my foot down on certain things. Mark's mom wants horrible, icky, boring posed formal pictures. I hate those. Those stand in a line, put your arm here and tilt your head and "everyone smile!" pictures. Hate 'em. I like natural, fun, casual, different pictures. So, we had the photographer put in the contract that she listens to no one but Mark and I. That's it. She takes guidance from no one else. My mom wants the seating arrangements a certain way. She wants this group of people sitting here, and she wants to sit here, and they should sit there. No. I told her last night that she's going to sit where I put her and if she doesn't like she can sit at the kiddie table. I kid, of course, but she got the idea. I told her that she doesn't have the biggest say, me and Mark do. Period.
So, for the first time in a year and a half of being engaged bridezilla has started to make her showing. Although, I don't want to think of myself like that. Lets call me mini-bridezilla. Although, I have to keep in mind that I still have three months to go, and this is the time when it can all go south, so mini-bridezilla could become MECCA-BRIDEZILLA. Crushing all that get in her way!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! tee hee
Well, okay, I've been planning for longer then that. I think I was 12 when I bought my first wedding magazine. That's right, I'm one of "those" girls. I've been dreaming about my wedding for years and years. I actually have one of those rubber maid containers in my basement filled with old wedding mag's from years past with stickies and post-it's on the pages I flagged because I like the dress/hairstyle/flowers/plate setting/colors/etc. Most of which are completely hideous. I mean if you think regular fashion from the 80's was bad, the wedding fashion was way worse. I mean, those puffy shoulders, the crystal beading, the huge bows on the back side! Who wants their back side to look even bigger by putting some massive tulle bow on?? And I kept these magazines thinking I could reference them in the future when I was actually going to get married. Riiiiiiiiiiiiight. If I showed up to my wedding wearing what I thought was actually pretty back then Mark and everyone else would have run out of the church laughing, pointing and crying all at the same time.
Anyways, you get the picture. I love (correction...loved) weddings. I even fancied the idea at one point in my adulthood of becoming a wedding planner. Truthfully, it still enters my mind every once and while. One of my girlfriends even bought my a "How to become a wedding planner" book for my birthday a few years back. Then...I got engaged, and it begun. This moment, this time in my life that I've been waiting for finally happened. So it was no surprise that I jumped in guns a blazin'. In a matter of a month I had the date picked, the church arranged and the reception site planned. I even had all of my bridesmaids lined up ready to answer to my ever call. So, it should be no surprise that it all started to fall apart as fast as it came together. See, I forgot one crucial point in all of this, I have a fiance, and maybe I should swing some of my ideas past him. My bad. See, I had been waiting for so long to get engaged that when it happened I just assumed I could take care of the rest myself, seeing as I had been planning in my head without having to ask anyone else for their opinion, why should that change right? WRONG! The thing is that even if Mark doesn't want to admit it this is his day as well, and he wants to have just as much as a say in things as I do. He's not the kind to sit by and let it all happen around him. He didn't agree with the church, the reception, and the most heartbreaking....he didn't like my girlfriend that I had asked to be my maid of honor. In fact, it was almost a deal breaker for him. She's out, or he's out. He never said it...but I knew it.
Side note...Mark would never make me choose like that. NEVER. But he wouldn't have been happy, and in turn I wouldn't have been happy. There's a history there and it just wouldn't have worked, and I really should have known better to ask her in the first place. I knew he would be upset, but I just got caught up in all the excitement and it just sort of happened. So, to make what could be a long blog even longer I'll just say I took care of the situation gracefully. My girlfriend and I remain good friends. It may have been awkward at first but it is a clear case of time healing all wounds. We've moved on, and that's all I'll say about that. I now have three amazing bridesmaids (groom approved) whom I love with all my heart, and will prove to be even more beautiful then me on the big day, inside and out.
Back to the planning. Once I got used to the idea of there being two people involved in this wedding the situation became easier. We found a church we BOTH liked, a reception site we BOTH like and so on and so on. The planning could now start...again. And then it happened...again. WE didn't realize that this wedding wasn't for the two of us, it was for us, and the parents, and the parents friends we just HAD to invite, and the parents friends that we've never met that we HAD to invite and blah blah blah. Suddenly it wasn't just me loosing control, now it was us loosing control. It started with my mom, which sucked because it would seem like my mom was the only one creeping into our wedding. Then, Mark's mom started, and we had both of them creeping into our plans. Now, I've watched these shows on TLC about brides freaking out here and there. I didn't want to be one of these brides. Besides, I'm "Super Bride" who is amazingly organized, efficient, and just all around amazing. There's nothing I can't handle. In my dreams. Well, I have to give myself some credit. We have done well, and things have gone smooth so far. I secured locations, florist, DJ, limo's, and dresses nice and early so that if things fell apart we had time to re-order, re-book, and re-dress. Good thing too because my wedding dress came in wrong. I ordered an ivory dress with a cinnamon sash and what I got was a cinnamon dress with and ivory sash. A little too goth for me thank you! The correct wedding gown arrived three months later. Then they called and said my grad dress was in. Funny, I graduated 10 years ago. So they called back, "sorry, it's your junior bridesmaid dress that's in". Weird, we don't' have one of those. Call number three "it's the mother of the bride dress". Okay I thought, so I called my mom, only to find out she didn't order a dress. This was bridezilla's first showing. I decided no more phone calls. I went there to see what they had in person. Nothing. They had nothing. I was called totally in error. Weird. I got a call last night that the three bridesmaids dresses I ordered was in. I'm not excited yet, I have to go down and see what is really in before I trust that call. We did put the parents at bay, and I did have to start putting my foot down on certain things. Mark's mom wants horrible, icky, boring posed formal pictures. I hate those. Those stand in a line, put your arm here and tilt your head and "everyone smile!" pictures. Hate 'em. I like natural, fun, casual, different pictures. So, we had the photographer put in the contract that she listens to no one but Mark and I. That's it. She takes guidance from no one else. My mom wants the seating arrangements a certain way. She wants this group of people sitting here, and she wants to sit here, and they should sit there. No. I told her last night that she's going to sit where I put her and if she doesn't like she can sit at the kiddie table. I kid, of course, but she got the idea. I told her that she doesn't have the biggest say, me and Mark do. Period.
So, for the first time in a year and a half of being engaged bridezilla has started to make her showing. Although, I don't want to think of myself like that. Lets call me mini-bridezilla. Although, I have to keep in mind that I still have three months to go, and this is the time when it can all go south, so mini-bridezilla could become MECCA-BRIDEZILLA. Crushing all that get in her way!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! tee hee
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
My New Blog
So, here we go. My very first blog. My friend blogs and she was the one that encouraged me to jump on this train, so here I am.
My thoughts on this blogging thing are mixed. In part I fear that the majority of my blogs will be negative in nature and consist of complaining about work. This isn't because I'm a negative person though. It's because I will most likely be doing most of my blogging at work, and I'm not exactly happy with my current work situation. So, in turn, I might just end up bitching about my job. I will try my best for all those readers out there (okay, who are we kidding...my ONE reader) to break up the topics and talk about stuff other then work.
I will warn you though, if I'm not talking about work I'm talking about my up coming wedding. So there you have it, it's either work or wedding.
I kid.
I might sprinkle some movie talk in there because I luuuv movies. And my dog, I love my dog, so I might talk about her too. Okay, I'm seeing the light now. Chances are I'll blog about more stuff then I originally thought. Also, I love to talk. Actually I'm quite the talker. I talk enough for myself and my future husband Mark. So this blogging thing might come easy.
So there it is. My first blog...about blogging. How original!
My thoughts on this blogging thing are mixed. In part I fear that the majority of my blogs will be negative in nature and consist of complaining about work. This isn't because I'm a negative person though. It's because I will most likely be doing most of my blogging at work, and I'm not exactly happy with my current work situation. So, in turn, I might just end up bitching about my job. I will try my best for all those readers out there (okay, who are we kidding...my ONE reader) to break up the topics and talk about stuff other then work.
I will warn you though, if I'm not talking about work I'm talking about my up coming wedding. So there you have it, it's either work or wedding.
I kid.
I might sprinkle some movie talk in there because I luuuv movies. And my dog, I love my dog, so I might talk about her too. Okay, I'm seeing the light now. Chances are I'll blog about more stuff then I originally thought. Also, I love to talk. Actually I'm quite the talker. I talk enough for myself and my future husband Mark. So this blogging thing might come easy.
So there it is. My first blog...about blogging. How original!
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)