25 posts tagged “work”

What happen to the days of wanting something and working hard to go after it?

Are we as people so comfortable it sitting back and waiting for things to happen to us? Do we automatically assume things should be given to us just because we want it?

I mean I believe part of the financial mess we are in is because people focus on the want and not on the how. Like I want this big ass house but how can I afford it. Just because they give you a mortgage does not mean you can actually afford the up keep. Same for a car. Sure you can afford the car payments but what happens when that bad boy breaks down? Yea I am learning that one from experience.

I was not given anything while I was growing up. Everything I wanted I had to work for it. No one gave me anything. When I got older I had this attitude that "well now I get what I want because I go to work to get it." But still I didnt really work for it. Buying stuff on credit and just buying stuff to have it. So I got hit with some low points to rememebr anything worth having you have to work hard for it.

Anything. Whether its a person, place or thing. If you want it you have to put your best effort to achieve it, succeed at it or do what you can to make it yours.  Sometimes that means putting yourself on the line, or making sacrifices. Sometimes it means giving up something else. You have to know your priorites and what it is you want, what is important to you. In the end if what your striving for is worth it, everything will come full circle and the puzzle will be complete.

Often times in my mind I have a clear picture of what I want and what it should look like.  Especially when I have plans and need a outfit. I have it planned out clear in my mind but when I go shopping and can't find it I get frustrated.

And often when I don't get what I want I get frustrated. Well it was a lot worse. But I am learning now. Often what we get does not look like what we think it is supposed to look like.

My last review at work was not good so I didn't expect a raise. I wasn't thinking negative about it, I just had a feeling. Then we found out that no one was getting a raise due to the current economy.  Which I think most people are ok with because at least we still have a job.

But then the next day, my leasing office called me about coming to the renewal party they are having. I was going to stop by, but not thrilled as I know when renewal time comes they try to bang you in the head.  But when I listened to the message I had to call back right a way.  I called back and she confirmed what was left on my voicemail  She was making sure I was going to come to the party and renew with my rent going DOWN $100. Yes you read right DOWN.    At that point I was thrilled.  I really like my place a lot and I just arranged the furniture in my bedroom to where I love it. So of course I agreed to renew.

So yea I didn't expect a raise at work. Then I found out that even if I was given something, that possibility was gone for everyone. But I did get a raise. By my rent going down I now have that 100 bucks!!! Thank God! Cause I could sure use it!

At work. With my nosey ass co-worker.  I wont even go into the details because its technical work stuff.  But hes a big baby and always crying the victim.

So  I was not having that.  It's the second time this year I have lost my temper.  I have leared to keep a strong hold on it because the anger boils up so bad inside me I lose all self control.  When I was younger  I was so angy I punched the windshield of my car.  Ended up cracking it to.  Shame.

But I was so loud and furious my bosses boss comes out the office to find out what's going on after the yelling stopped.   I was on the phone so I didn't say anything. But I went to his office when I got off.

I apologized and explained from the most neutral point on what happened. Not how I felt or how I presumed my co-worked to feel.  He said he understood and he never actually reprimanded me for yelling.  He even said he would not want to get into a fight with me.

I'm still hot because then the fool called me on the phone to tell me how wrong I was and he expected more from me.  Hey I am willing to have a conversation with you about the situation but I WILL NOT have you trying to put me down.  So I hung up on him. 

Needless to say the whole thing is the talk of the office and most people are saying I am right because they know how he is. I come to work and for the most part mind my business.  But I am not one to mess with.  I think everyone knows that now.

So my nosey co-worker just caught an attitude and asked why is it okay for me to be nosey but when it's him we get on his case and tease him.

I told him he was being sensitive and to get over it.

But I thought about it for a minute.

Men are normally aloof to what is going on with women around them.  They often think we chat and gossip too much. So a man that chats and gossips as well...is well..... kind of weird.

Also his nosiness is ammunition to gossip. Like he is known for spreading peoples business. And a man that gossips and spreads other people's business...is well... just plain unattractive.

And in terms of me being nosey I don't do it to gossip. I often do it to supply some additional information or solution, or because I maybe have experienced something someone is talking about. Not because I NEED to know what is going on and be in everything.  But I can be nosey and I will admit it when I am..  Three of us could be talking and I will say soemthing, he will stand up say "what happpened?" and were like where did you come from?. He'll say soemthing like "oh I though I heard my name." Whatever dude!!!

Thats so wack!!!!

So, I'm on the phone with a customer today. Often times when I am speaking with someone, I know where I can take the conversation by what they say to me. Some are business straight up and down, no jokes, while others will make casual conversation and pass a couple of jokes.

So I am on the phone with "Bob."  When I asked him "how are you?" He tells me "Not to good baby."

So from there I know we are cool.

Anyway I'm talking to him about our case and explaining what he has to do and what I need.  I asked him to send me some documents.  I requested he put the claim number on it because without it, the fax would get "lost in the sauce."

When I hung up the phone, my coworker on the left side of me over the wall says. "Let me understand this. Did you just say "lost in the sauce?"

I fell out because hearing it back to me was funny. I explained that if Bob can call me baby, I can say "lost in the sauce!" 

Ain't no shame in my game!!!

That's the nickname my co-worker gave me.  I like it, its pretty unique.

I just stood up to ask my over the cubicle wall co-worker on my left, a question and I looked over at him since he is on my right. When he saw me he shouted "Mika" like a little kid.  It was really cute.

He and I fight all the time. I yell at him bad, but it's been awhile.  He is a big prankster but he has not been that way lately because work has him discouraged.  He stood up one day and asked out loud if someone can send us some empowerment.  It's really sad to say, it's worst to say it out loud. I think office moral is important.  It's been drained from us day by day.

He calls me through the cubicle wall to ask random questions and to tell me what he's up to.  Its cool to have cool people you work with at a sucky job.  It's cool that someone I work with took the time to give me a nickname.

I can be such a sap. Oh well sappy Mika I'll be!!!

So there I was standing in line waiting to order my spinach wrap.  I was thinking about nothing really.  All of a sudden I feel a hand on my bag and then a hand on my waist. Now I must admit since moving to Georgia my reactions have slowed down some but only to the point where I still balled up my fist, I just didn't get a chance to swing it, before dude comes along side me and say, "what's up." 

Let me explain how I know dude because its funny.

In the elevator one day and he says to me, "you have an Audi don't you?" Hesistant because I have never seen him in my life but I say yes, WHYYY?  Long story short he has one too and something is worng with his blah blah blah so he wants to look at in my car to get an idea of blah blah blah.  Likely story.  But I let him look because I have the "brother be cool club" in the car at all times. We get to talking hes from up north as am I. Blah Blah Blah.

Next time I see him I was going to some pizza spot out here thats like a lounge, called Slice. Pretty cool. I'm walking down the street and all of a sudden someone shouts "Hey New York!" I turn slightly because I mean , I am New York, but I don't want to appear eager. Anyway its him and of course he doesn't know my name, I never told him.  Me: Hey, Him: Hey. Move on.

Anyway, we gets to talking occasionaly when I see him in the building, and I think to myself one day hes not a bad looking guy at all. Too bad hes about 5 feet tall.

No, I am not exaggerating.

Anyway come to find out hes talking, dating who knows or cares, really a girl in my office.  And yes she is taller then him too. 

Anyway, from my casual meetings and women you can feel me on this I get the sense that hes kind of digging me but A hes 5 feet tall and B hes talking to someone in my office.  Oh well dude.

But the funny part is I don't think he realizes I know about him and my co-worker. She doesn't think I know either but I do.

Anyway after he felt so inclined to put his hand on my waist, I turn around to explain that he was about to get snuffed. So we ended sitting down and talking through lunch and he threw out some questions like "how do you like the dating scene?, any kids?, what do you like to do on the weekends?  Stuff like that.  Hmmmmm I mean yea that could be casual talk but, after he just placed his hand on my waist near the small of my back and after he has made comment on how I'm looking good, I think otherwise. Hmmm dude is funny. He needs to stick to the one who gave him a chance because I cannot date short men.  Say what you want, but nope not me.  Can't do it.  

"How much do you have in your zero 01k??"

Fortunatly, when you hit bottom, its up hill from there. 

So I have mentioned before here that my boss is extra.

So we have to write reports and even though we are adults, she has to approve them. 

So of course before I left I get a report back with directions on what I need to change.

What I wrote: Title requirements for coverage have been waived by "Joe Smoe".

What my boss has said I have to change it to: Please specify that settlement is being recommended without coverage being confirmed due to "Joe Smoe", Director of Risk Management waiving coverage confirmation requirement.

What kind of wordiness extraness is this?????

But my name is on this joint and it looks like I wrote all that extraness. 

Yea and so what I made up extraness. This is not a corporate report!!!! 

I sit right by a printer and our Mitchell books so people are often by my desk.  I have big ears too. I'm listeinging to the the talk around the printer especially if it's interesting. 

The lastest conversation between a female and male co-worker:

Female: "Hey do you have poision ivy?" Pause. "I mean if that is poison ivy."  "It looks like poison ivy"

Male: Silence

At this point I turn around because I have noticed the marks on his arms, but due to a previous experience* I keep my mouth shut. But he is not saying anything and that makes me nervous.  His back is to me so he does not see my wide eye stared glaring into the back of his head, waiting for a answer.

Male: Well its psoriasis.

Female: Oh

Note*-I made a joke with another co-worker about red blotches on his arm.  He said its psoriasis but he has finally found medication that helped.  I made a joke about a medical condition so I felt bad and kept my mouth shut. 

But dude two people in the office have the same condition? And we see it because you are rocking short sleeve shirts??? I'm a little skeptical about the situation.  I feel yucky.