Archive | December 7, 2006

Not a Scrap of Gold or Silver

By on December 7, 2006 in The Biotch, The Diva

“Let’s be naughty
and save Santa the trip.”
- Gary Caldwell

 

So, I’m a bit of a freak about Christmas.  It’s true.  I can’t walk into Home Depot without erupting in giddy laughter because of the lights.  I can’t sit at my desk and without humming “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas”.  I can’t walk the dogs without ooohing and aaaaahing over our neighbors’ efforts to display lights.  I LOVE CHRISTMAS.

Since someone in my group was leaving, and it’s Christmas anyway, I asked everyone to bring in some goodies.  I set up an empty cubicle with some plates, cups, and napkins.  And although it was like pulling teeth, everyone brought something in.  Some managers even brought two things.

The atmosphere here today is so happy.  People are talking to eachother.  About life, not about work.  People are hanging around the food and learning things about their coworkers that they’ve sat beside for years, but had no clue there was an actual person in there.  There has been constant laughter in this office, where there is usually grumbling and panic.  And there has been smiles.

It just goes to show why I love two things: food and Christmas.  I love them both because they are magical and transforming.  They allow people to break down a bit.  You swap recipes (don’t worry, Bryan, I did not), you chat about childhood memories, you sing.  This is not the same office it was yesterday.

And perhaps, the most telling of the day: the boss who everyone has a problem with, the one who is hard to like, smiled today.  He laughed.  I called him a Grinch, and he smiled.  He ate some fudge.  And as he stopped by again for his third-or-so-helping, he said, “Sarah, you’re a keeper.”

It’s so easy to improve the quality of eachother’s lives.  It takes so little effort.  And it’s so worth it.

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Ramblin’ Girl

By on December 7, 2006 in The Biotch, The Couch Potato, The Diva

“We can’t solve problems by using
the same kind of thinking
we used when we created them.”
- Albert Einstein

 

So, I have a bit of an obsession with reality tv.  I’ve already documented that over a period of years.  But it came to full realization last night when my night was specifically timed, down to the half hour, to:

  • Eat
  • Watch the America’s Next Top Model season finale
  • Walk the dogs
  • Watch the brand new Bravo’s Top Chef
  • Go to bed

 

Cause that, ladies and gentlemen, is LAME.  But it was still a great night, so lame suits me just fine.

CariDee won, for those of you following Top Model.  Melrose definitely walked the walk more than CariDee, but we just couldn’t get behind Melrose.  She didn’t hold herself honestly.  And it doesn’t matter how pretty you are; fake shines through every time, and it’s just ugly.  Fugly, even.

The idea for the finale runway was FRICKIN’ brilliance.  A designer-inspired cave, done as a “ghost bride” bridal show, was fantastic.  It allowed for theatrics as well as fashion, and let’s face it, the two go hand in hand.

Top Chef was not so inspiring.

Walking the dogs was nice.  Our obsession with The Dog Whisperer has paid off, and Charlie was perfect last night.  Didn’t tug, didn’t flip, didn’t pull (horribly so, anyway).  Mabel’s always content to just be alive, so she is always good.  She is the happiest dog I’ve ever seen.  She is always happy.  It’s amazing to me.  While Charlie has behaviorial problems that, we believe, stemmed from an abusive home before we found him, Mabel has a story that’s similar, but handled better.  I adopted her at the radio station in which I was working, and she almost immediately had to be hospitalized with a bout of parvo.  Parvo is very lethal to dogs, and I’ve had to put dogs down before if they’ve contracted it.  She fought, though.  Fought hard.  She had been returned to the pound twice for behaviorial issues (they said she was a “stubborn” dog), and she knew we were meant to be together.  I got to take her home after a week in the vet’s hospital, and I realized .. she was stone deaf.  Couldn’t hear anything.  Not stubborn: deaf.  Since we reached that understanding, she’s been the single most pure joy in my life. 

Wow, didn’t mean to ramble on about Mabel.  But she’s deserving of it.

There is fudge around our office today.  People like me so much more when there’s fudge. (It’s not that they dislike me without the fudge, but fudge presents them with a domestic side of me that they didn’t know existed.  I won’t tell them that Bryan made it.)

I’m ready for the break.  Only two weeks more..

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