Homesick Blues

Today I don't want to care. I want a new job where I'm not involved the petty office politics. I want a house that is mine. I want to be near the friends I can trust. I want my husband to be done with school.
Basically I want to go home. I don't want to live in this city anymore, I want my city back. I want my friends and family back. I want everything to be familiar like it used to be. I want the restaurants I love and the shops I know. I want to be able to get where I'm going in ten different ways. I want my doctors and my hairdresser, I even want my news stations back.
I used to believe that living one place was pretty much like living anywhere else, places to shop, places to go, roads and house. But it's not, not after you've lived in the same place for 31 years and then all of a sudden you move. I'm lost all the time and nothing is as good as the way we did it at home. I didn't even leave the state but still, it is not the same. When I was young I dreamed of the day I'd move away, and now all I think about is going back.
Today I just want to go home.

Will Rock Stars Ever Learn?

You would think that after the hole Pamela Anderson/Tommy Lee video tape leak fiasco, rock stars and actors, and "it" girls would stop taping themselves having sex. Is there something about being famous that makes sex so boring in and of itself that you have to start video taping it, or may its just that these people have gotten so used to being in front of a camera, they don't know how to not be filmed doing stuff.

Boys and their need for warfare

My husband and a few of his friends have started a political blog, to which they have invited me, I haven't posted yet because it's been a back and forth banter between the far right, the far left and the one who just likes to argue for argument's sake (that would be my hubby). As I have sit back and watch them trade spares back and forth, I notice that the talk is mostly about history and wars and I think to myself, Jees guys, can't we get out of the past. I know that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it, but living in it and constantly re-hashing it isn't good for any relationship. Acknowledge it, accept it and move on.

Mind Your Business

I will never understand why everyone always has to worry about what their co-workers are doing. If the job is getting done and not effecting you, Mind Ya'.

I work with way too many busy bodies and some days it just gets to me, so I will rant . . .

For example, if certain people have the time to notice that other people are supposedly always on the internet or playing card games on their computer doesn't stand to reason that the first party has a little too much time on their hands as well and ought to worry about finding more work for themselves instead of worrying what the hell I am or am not doing.

BTW all of those above actions are not necessarily things that I do, but there is a small group of us here that the busy bodies don't like because we get things done, we have the respect of the powers that be and we are fun loving and easy going, unless you cross us.

And yes on occasion when there is nothing to do but fill the seat waiting for the next directive, the phone to ring or some stupid program to load, we do go on the internet or play a game. But this is how our jobs go.

The Administrative Assistant sometimes has nothing to do but what until work is given to her, but she doesn't ignore it when something needs to be done.

Likewise, the receptionist's main job function is to answer the phones and greet guests, she can't be away from her desk, so if there is nothing else for her to do but man the station, should she just sit there like a bump on a log?

We are also always the crew that will help any one out with any kind of work when there is a deadline or backlog. You never hear us say "it's not my job". We always help out, we always get the job done and we always give credit where credit is due or man up when a mistake has been made.

Maybe it is because we are all women, I hate to think that, but no one complains about the men in this company that don't even come in half the time. Even more so, we are strong women and that is a cardinal sin in these parts.

All I have to say is, if our boss doesn't care, then why should you? Everyone's job is different and some require a lot of work all the time and others are paid to sit and wait for further instruction. We don't like to be bored any more than anyone else, which is why we are doing these things in the first place. The big wigs realize this and that sometimes a little "slacking" is good for morale and job performance. And again I say, if it isn't effecting your job and the work is getting done correctly and in a timely manner, Mind Your Own Business.

There is no breaking on the Interstate!

Some of my loyal subjects are not following the rules. There is no breaking on the interstate.
If you can't figure out at the first and second warning signs that you need to get over so you can get off the exit ramp . . . TOO BAD. There is no reason to cause a traffic jam and accident b/c you think you are soooooo important that you have to come to a complete stop in the middle of the interstate so that you can get over into what is already a backed up exit ramp.

Plan ahead people, that is all I ask. And if you can't plan ahead, at least think of your fellow motorist and get off at the next exit, turn around and get back on to find the exit you need. I'd do it for you . . .

Ok I feel better now. Soon I will explain my self-important person principal to you and how each one of us can combat it to make PandaLand a better place.

Welcome to PandaLand!

You have now entered an alternate universe, where I make the rules and apply them to the rest of you ;)

In days to come I will explain to you some of the nuiances of living in PandaLand and how wwas (what would A say) came about. (BTW: "A" is me, the Design Diva, the Grrl that is Panda, overseer of PandaLand, etc and et al.)