How Not to Get to Work On Time

Lesson #2 Commuting is hazardous to your relationship

First, put your husband's car keys on your key chain.
Then drive an hour to work.
Begin to pull into the parking garage and have him call you to ask where his keys are.
Look at your key chain and say "f*!#."
Call him back and ask if he has a spare key.
Have him tell you that he does. And it's in his car.
Drive an hour back home and hand off the keys.
Sigh.
Drive back to work. Shake your head at the snafu and you're finally at work.

CM

The First Real Commute

After getting married and moving to Bloomington, Indiana- I increased my commute time from 30 minutes to 55 miles in an hour and a half. It's all for the guy! I start my carpool next week.
There's this awesome thing called flex time that I'm being introduced to and can't wait to take advantage of: we have seasonal hours where those who have accrued comp time can take FRIDAY OFF! Details eventually.

I'm loving the new set up at work. I've entered the world of the cubicle and, boy, is it nifty having cloth walls that I can decorate :-)

I also have the best computer in the company- a Mac G5 Pentium Tower. Yum! Not to mention CS3. w00t! check us out at our website: www.musicforall.org


More to come on how I handle the fright of knowing there are a ton of projects looming but having no idea how to start them, or perhaps even what they are! I meet the rep from our printing company today. That should help ease some anxieties.

Until then, back to playing with color schemes for embroidered patches
and picking photos for giant banners.
CM