You know how I talk about karma on here till I’m blue in the face and you’ve already clicked away to another site, possibly one with cats who laugh in the face of grammar, and yet I still feel the need to pound my fists and go, “No, really, karma works!”  Huh?  You know how that goes? 

GUESS WHAT?  Karma totally took care of me today.

(Hear that?  It’s the deafening sound of half of you clicking back to lolcats.  Which is fine.  Tell them I said Oh Hai!)

So I had my salary review this morning, and while any raise is a good raise, I was significantly disappointed by the figures, which were less than what I thought I deserved (i.e. eleventy nine kajillion a year.  Is that asking so much?). 

I came here to you, internets, to complain and commiserate about how woe is me and blahblahblah and I wrote a good long post that was full of misery and poor-pitiful-Sarah, and how stressed out I am with all of the sudden changes in our lives, and I got to the point about growing my hair out (I always turn to my hair in times of despair), and how I have really sucked at exercising lately.  I got to the “I’m just so tir” of “tired” and you know what happened?  (more…)

So last night, as I was preparing for the coming week, I had on the finale of American Gladiators.  I have to admit that I was a HUGE fan of this show when I was younger, but I haven’t really gotten into this new round.  But, there’s rarely anything else on, so I’ve caught most of the episodes this season.

Last night was the first time that something struck me: EVERY contender on that show was just oozing sunshine and goodness.  Hulk Hogan, Tatiana Ali, and every contender were just all about good sportsmanship, loving thy neighbor, and never giving up.  Any interview after an event, be it with the winner or the loser, usually ended with some “NEVER GIVE UP” mantra.

And while I typically find this kind of crap intolerable, I realized that I had been surrounding myself with it. (more…)

Argh.

Yesterday, on VALENTINE’S DAY OF ALL DAYS, our entire program came to a screeching halt because of a sudden hitch.  So we’ve been in survival mode since yesterday morning, and I’ve been running around like a chicken with my head cut off.

I quite literally picked up my child, drove home, changed his diaper, and then headed to the theatre for our Valentine’s Day dinner theatre. (Wanna know what just screams “love-and-rainbows-and-sunshine”?  A musical about divorce.  Our poor audience.)

I will say that, blissfully, our director brought in a massage therapist for us all to receive chair massages.  Which was so wonderful, really.  Perfect.

And it was still a great show.  Our audience was just obviously blindsided.  Rodgers and Hammerstein, it ain’t. (more…)