I don't drink coffee

I’ve had two cups of it today.

Deadlines have been blown for several projects. Special thanks to emergency design commitments that took my time, bumping my long term projects to the back burner and not preparing me for the aftermath of the hurricane a few weeks ago in the gulf. Information we’re relying on from Texas because of two events being hosted there is a lost cause. The printer is calling every ten minutes because they need to go to print with files that aren’t done. We’re asking the impossible.

After Employee A was fired several weeks ago, Intern B had to quit because of family sickness and Employee C quit because she got a better job. That leaves Intern D, me and my boss in the marketing department with Employee C doing consultant work for us to get through our busy fall season.

Spontaneous eye tearing is occuring, a general feeling of over stretchedness and a mild nausea with a headache just don’t seem to go away.

This marks my 12th week with the company. I should not have had to cross out 4 peoples’ nams on the company staff phone list in that amount of time. But I’m glad someone vacated the seat I’m occupying because I might be a lot more stressed if I didn’t have a job in this economy.

I’m starting to remember why I don’t drink coffee- I feel sick. Or maybe it’s my job.

CM

The Magic of Carpooling

Carpooling is great for your wallet- especially if your commute is around an hour and 15 minutes long. Carpooling with people who have different hours than you can be stressful though.
I leave at 6:45am and arrive around 7:45am (less traffic that time of day.) We leave the office around 4:30 on 3 days, but 2 days a week, we leave the office at 4. Being used to an 8:30-5pm job, that’s tough. Having a boss work remotely from 3 timezones earlier makes it even harder. I cut out earlier in her day and have to hit the road at the peak. My day starts out sluggish with me crawiling out of bed as late as I can (5:45am anyone?)

By the time I get home, I feel like a lump, try to go work out, do something around the house, desperately catch up on freelance and from there, stay up way too late with my student husband who is on a different schedule.

It’s only September and I can’t imagine what it will be like as the sun goes down earlier and rises later. MY OFFICE HAS NO WINDOWS.

But at least I can rely on the carpool for a lift, and maybe a nap.

CM

Who Stole My Lunch?

Today I emailed my entire office regarding my stolen lunch. Being the new kid in town, I was a bit worried that it would not be taken nicely.
Then again, someone eating your lunch is mean.

Here's what I wrote to my coworkers:
"Dear All Staff-
Would you eat a homemade PB+J with a bite already taken out of it? If you’re hungry enough to eat my left over rice, with no regard for the fact that I put my initials on it and probably my own germs since it’s leftovers, then leave a note and say your sorry.

Nothing stinks like a Monday with a minuscule lunch because someone else got the munchies and didn’t want to spend their own money or take the time to get food for themselves.

The Disgruntled Designer"

To describe- I went out for lunch last Thursday with coworkers. I came back with a half a bowl's worth of Jambalaya. Looking forward to it on Monday, I opened my box that was marked with my initials and Voila! there's 75% gone! You can even see the spices from where the food used to be. First off I was mad. And hungry. Then I was grossed out because someone left me leftovers from my leftovers. And it wasn't like individual pieces of food like french fries. Someone had to dig their fork in that had already been in their mouth over and over as they consumed my food. After I had already done that.... so yuck.

But on the lining of the cloud, several coworkers came forward to offer their snack food to me and gripe on the fact that some one is doing this habitually (it wasn't just me that was stolen from and it's been a longer term problem.) How nice to know!

Can't we all just be adults?!
Come on anonymous lunch stealer.....

Now Firing

Is it a warning sign when the director of finding sponsors gets canned because of budget cuts?

More thoughts on this later.
CM

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