Thursday, October 14, 2010

A Hilarious Happy Sad Day

I was riding down in the elevator with my supervisor and she asked me where I was going. I told her. Then, to feign interest, I asked her where she was going. She was going to the Target to pick up some supplies for the baby shower she is having tomorrow with some of the ladies in the office.

Oh where to begin where to begin.

Perhaps I'll just say that I think its hilarious that she didn't even bother to lie to me. The work ladies in my department are having an event and I wasn't invited. And I don't even care. And my supervisor doesn't even care.

Sometimes I wonder how I still have my job. And sometimes I also wonder if I should be nicer. But do you know what that would get me? Invitations to after-hours work related functions where there will be a great amount of punch with sherbet and a great lack of wine.

But this not getting invited to the party thing is more than just a win-win. It's a Michael Scott win-win-win situation when I don't have to go to events on a Thursday because I am relieved of the stress of having to figure out how to record the Real Housewives without deleting a Virginia Tech game. So my husband wins too.

I don't want you to think I have a heart of stone or anything. I teared up 33 times yesterday, each time changed the counter to show that another miner had been rescued. And thank God for that story, eh? Because after reading the story about the little girl who had survived cancer only to be found missing under suspicious circumstances indicative of foul play at the hands of her family, I was frightened and disheartened by the depths of evil in the world.

Well, we covered a lot today.


  1. Check your email! I am writing you right now :O)

  2. Seriously. Those danged miners are reminding me that I have a heart and it is not made of lead. Grr. I teared up just READING about it yesterday. Not even the part about the miners, but the part about how Chile's president waved a Bolivian flag when the one Bolivian miner came out. Sheeeesh.

  3. Not getting invited to a baby shower is a win, that's for damn sure. I spend lots of time trying to think of excuses to get out of that stuff. But there's just so much wrong with the work situation - fingers crossed that the space negotiations are going well!

  4. I cannot believe how hostile these people have been to you, seemingly since Day 1. Honest to God, what the hell is their problem??

    On another note, do you take requests? I must admit that I have been dying, DYING for you to begin to unfold your life story. As far as I can tell, you've lived in every state in the country, nearly every country in the world, and even have relatives in a few territories that have yet to be discovered. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating, but barely.

    And while you're at it, I'd love to hear "Fast Car" by Tracy Chapman right now.