I am sitting in my office. I’ve been here since 7:30. I find as the week wears on it gets harder and harder to pull myself out of bed and get to work. It’s usually on Wednesday when I start losing the momentum. I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older or I am out of shape or because my job slowly zaps the life force out of me. At least the weekends allow me to regenerate and face Monday and Tuesday with fire and power.
This month was absolutely fantastic in terms of sales. I left my quota wheezing in the dust mid-month and the last two weeks have been pure gravy. Of course, in just a few days the scoreboard goes back to 0 and I gotta prove myself again. That’s the beauty of sales– you’re right back to being shit the first of the month.
As you know, I submitted my expenses this morning. This afternoon, I received an email:
Donna,
Just a reminder, expenses are due at least within 30 days of month-end.
Thanks
Corporate Controller
I am a bad girl! Bad bad bad! The thing is, I want to be good, I really do. I want to submit my expenses on time. Why is it so hard for me? Everyone keeps telling me to put some time aside every week and just do it. And I try. I really do! But it never works out quite like it should. No more– I must try harder!
I finally started my expenses last night. My plan was to finish them today. It hasn’t happened. I am so tired and I feel empty. The thought of trying to figure out mileage is repellent to me. I am also absolutely frightened that my expenses will be rejected since they are a little higher than usual. This is stupid because I am always careful– almost too careful when it comes to spending the company’s dollar– but at this point it’s my dollar since I haven’t put in to get the money back.
Today I packed my lunch: an Activa yogurt cup, an apple and a handful of triscuits. I figured it’s time for me to stop eating shitty cart food and burritos from the little shop across the street. Within 30 minutes of eating my lunch, I was hungry again so I went into the coffee room at work and ate a handful of tootsie rolls that I found sitting on a plate. I wonder what I can include tomorrow to make it more filling of a meal? Maybe a hard-boiled egg?
A couple years ago a documentary came out on Robert Evans, The Kid Stays in the Picture. I wanted to see it but I never got around to it. Not long after it exited the theaters, I would find DVD copies for sale at different stores. Usually they were about 5.00 and I was always tempted to buy it. The other day, Robert and I passed a Hollywood Video that was going out of business. We went in to find all movies were marked down to 1.50. The Kid Stays in the Picture was sitting there on the shelf. I bought it along with Guy Madden’s The Saddest Music in the World, Fired!, Southern Belles, Kiss Me Deadly, and a Swedish movie about two escaped lunatics. Tonight I watched The Kid Stays in the Picture and it turns out 1.50 was too much to have paid. I am hoping the other movies rate better (except for Kiss Me Deadly and Saddest Music which I’ve already seen and love).
Do you think my Robert will watch Saddest Music in the World? I watched Transformers and Ghost Rider and Super Bad! I think it’s time he watches one of my movies. In this movie there is a legless beer baroness who gets prosthetic glass limbs filled with beer, a amnesiac nymphomaniac Serbian woman who talks to a telepathic tapeworm living in her bowels, and there is a contest to see which country has the saddest music– and the winner gets to throw themselves down a big slide into a huge vat filled with beer. Or something to that extent.
I can’t believe lunch is almost over! This day is positively flying! I am looking forward to a quiet week – full of calling and closing and appointment making but not any actual appointments or evenings dedicated to working late. I need some time free from the usual activities. October has flown which it always does. My hope is to do a hay ride or bonfire next weekend. I hate to miss it entirely.
Does anyone plan on dressing up for Halloween? What is your costume?
So I survived the panel discussion. The panelists were not belligerent and no one came out swinging. Here’s a pic of me at the podium:
The next evening I sponsored a meeting for a local User Group. I do this every quarter. The meetings last forever but I always have fun with the guys. This time I brought giveaway items and provided other items for a raffle. It went well.
Thursday evening I broke away from work and went to watch Rob and his friends play at a bar. His one friend, Paul, traveled all the way from North Jersey to play with them. Paul bears a strking resemblence to Micky Dolenz. Upon meeting him, I blushed and let out a high pitched giggle. I then started to ramble:
“Oh my gosh you look just like Micky Dolenz! Please excuse me but my heart and stomach are doing flip flops! I am a huge Monkees fan!” Luckily I stopped there because I was about to say, “And you’re the same size as Davy Jones! I just want to pick you up and have you sit on my shoulder like a little parrot!”
Rob took it all in stride and didn’t seem to mind that I giggled the entire evening and no matter what song they played, I kept humming “I’m a Believer!” It’s amazing how teenage crushes don’t die, they just get weird.
Tonight is what I have been alternately looking forward to and ruing. It’s an evening event that I sponsor for customers and prospects. Basically I will run around crazy all evening, giving a speech, moderating a panel, introducing people, calling on a crowd of people, all of their names I must know, and keeping everything running smoothly. It comes at me so fast that before I know it, it’s over and finished. I just don’t have time to think, I just react.
I am all dressed up in my very pretty Audrey Hepburn inspired, black, a-line shift dress. I am not wearing a stitch of makeup; I will deal with that later. Now I must fly! I have to be in the office prior to 8 and that’s gonna be tough at this point. Wish me well!
I awoke without a fog consuming me. I went into the kitchen and bagged the garbage and emptied the recycling. I made coffee. I took a shower. I dressed. I fixed my hair. I put on makeup. I checked the SEPTA schedule. I drank some coffee. I am waiting to leave for my train.
Yesterday I went home and had dinner with my parents and Lisa. Upon leaving, my mom presented me with two containers of leftovers. This means I have dinner for the next few days! I keep thinking of this week ahead of me. So much to do! I will survive, all will be okay.
I’m listening to Luxuria Music. They are featuring an entire week devoted to the MONKEES!!!! (At least from 9pm-12am every night) So far they played some crazy songs that I haven’t heard before; its great!
I have an insane week coming up and I am enjoying the calm before the storm. Although as soon as I wake up tomorrow the whirlwind is going to start.
Why the Donnas? ‘Cause I’m singing along, baby! I work hard for my money! Of course, unlike the woman in the video, I do not alternately work as a cleaning lady, diner waitress or sweatshop employee but I did spend 2 hours at a synagogue this evening… networking. It’s true. And it’s also true I kept thinking of Jesus kicking ass at the temple but I kept telling myself, I am not selling- I am just embedding myself into a community. (Before anyone thinks I am positively insane, there was a meeting hall area and it was an event that had nothing to do with religion).
Anyone else find the end of the video where the hard working lady does a choreographed dance sequence in the street similar to the end of this video:
In your Wildest Dreams by the Moody Blues. As a kid, I LOVED this video’s 1960’s back and white flashbacks!
Now here is a challenge to you my dear readers (all 5 of you): Can anyone else think of a 1980’s video where a crowd of people do a choreographed dance sequence on the street? I think there must be at least another video or two out there, right?
And on the topic of weird 80’s stuff– I was listening to the 80’s station on XM today and the song, We Built This City came on. This is really odd but for some crazy reason, I’ve always thought the male lead singer of Starship was Michael Medved. I mean, I know it’s not him but for some reason, I always visualize Michael Medved singing it with Grace Slick.
Sadly, in the video, Mickey Thomas shaved the ‘stache.
I also have serious concerns about the structure of a city that was built on rock and roll. I’m sorry, but that’s just not smart engineering.
PS Why don’t more men where puffy-sleeved blouses like lead singer of the Moody Blues?
