Facebook Mafia

As some of you probably already know, good ole Sparky has joined up with the new revolution and gotten himself a page on facebook. I think it is actually alot of fun because I have already caught up with college friends that 14 years ago were my life (Gaia I said 14) and have since lost track with.

Fortunately or unfortunately, I have used my real name, so this blog and facebook will have to stay forever separated, since I bitch about work here. So, if you want to join the mafia, submit a comment with your email address and find the real me.

Acme holds me hostage

I had an early day from work today. Mostly because I am going to have to work Saturday and with our new system, we can no longer fiddle with the time sheets.

So, I took advantage of the day by going to the doctors, getting a prescription and then shuffling off to the closest supermarket, Acme. Big Mistake!

Things went well early on, until I got to the Deli section. It was a mob scene on a Thursday, which is not normal. So, I had a choice, grab some ham and cheese from the Oscar Mayer counter, or wait in line. I went with the Oscar Mayer, as opposed to losing 20 minutes of my life. Overpriced does not equal Xbox time.

Dammit Acme, you are already more expensive, please do not allow your staffing to become a Genaurdi's!

Into the Storm

It is simple, again, I can not talk about it because I could be out on my feathery butt, so that I not a good plan. So, If you want to hear the details, leave a comment with your email.

Anyway, the pressure grows at work due to forces beyond my control, and then a little wildfire sparks that turns into a full 4 alarm fire over night, adds to the stress. You know it is a problem when the Lexapro wears off at 3 AM.

But, I will get through it, I figure.

Lost and Found

I thank everyone for there support. We are in the middle of a major project, so taking a day off has to wait until Turkey Day. I did find the BAU number just in case, because there are days I find myself on the verge of a breakdown, I did see my general doctor today. Let us see how this lexapro works.

Desperately Wanting

I am so desperate of happiness, that I look forward to seeing my wife and a bottle of vodka every night, though trust me, it stays in that order.

I am so desperate of therapy that I actually beg for it

I am so desperate to not make a mistake at work, that when I make the big ones, there are moments where I just want to drive off the road.

This is not good right?

Sunday Mish Mosh

Its Sunday, which means the brain is all over the place. Which of course is great news for you, my lovely readers.

1.We are used to the teams from out in the Pacific Time Zone being the BCS Busters in college football. After watching what East Carolina did to West Virginia yesterday and what they did to the Hokies of Va Tech last week, they could be this years buster.

2.Joe Biden did adequate at best today on Meet The Press. It was almost like he was not awake until 11 am. Not the best start, though at least he was in front of the press as opposed to some other candidates.

3.As I type, Jake Delhomme hits some dude named Rosario to get a Carolina win. The games today were dull, but they finished well!

4.I grabbed the meatloaf from the oven last night and now it seems that I may have an alien growing out of my thumb. Or its a high 1st degree burn. Though alien sounds sexier.

5.Speaking of sexy...Google Haley Bang

The Ladder by Mrs Duck

On an editors note, I am proud to say all I did on this post was a little spell check

A womans role has always been out of reach for most American women. Women are expected to be a Wife and mother first and everything else should come second. Men do not have these same pressures, but this is not the fault of men it is the fault of women. Most of us have to go to work everyday to support our families and must choose to either hire someone else to do the job at home or stay home and make ends meet. Some of us are luckier then others and they can choose. Some of us must go to work because we need to provide for there families. In either case there is something or someone who is not getting the attention they deserve.

Who raised the ladder? I truly think it is unfair that the ladder has been raised to this level. The reason no one asks men this question is that we do not expect men to climb the ladder this high.

What women should be shouting is that the ladder is too high and that we are expected to do it all, from being a wife, mother to our children, full time household duties, and not to mention a full-time career. How is it possible that something does not suffer? No one is saying what suffers, but something will. All working wife's and mothers know that they cannot do it all, it is too exhausting and physically impossible.

So how do we cope with this when we want the full-time career, or if we have to work to provide for our families?

Who is going to provide the love we cannot be there to provide full time?

Who will run the household responsibilities?

Who will make dinner? Who stays home when the child is sick?

Who provides the much needed hug when the children fall down and need that hug?

Who is going to work on homework and school projects? Who is attending the sporting events or watching the school play?

Who looks for the lost car keys?

Who is there for there spouse when he/she needs your help or advice?

Who is paying attention?

Who is attending the 8AM board meeting?

Who is schoomizing the clients?

Who is getting up at 4AM to catch the flight to the out of town meeting?

Who is staying to finish the monthly management reports?

We, as woman, hope to fit in all of our responsibilities of the day and hope that we are doing the best job we can, but believe me something or someone suffers. I believe the answer to who, is the WOMAN. The expectation to be the everything person is just to hard and unfair of a job for anyone. The only person who is sacrificed at the end of the day is the woman and the guilt of not being the best we can be at everything we touch. It is impossible to give 100% at work and at home everyday all day. The expectation is what is unfair. I do not believe this is the American Dream!

Ice Pick

So, as I am sitting at my desk, after 5 pm, getting emails about supply plans and trying to think of ways to motivate the rest of my crew, plus reach out to excite new vendors and nothing was coming to my brain, I just felt like driving an ice pick through my eye.

Is that wrong?

They all maybe Milf's

One of the benefits of the other office I was helping out in the last few weeks, was the fact that the talent that walked past the window was smokey at best. Sundresses and tank tops and things bouncing all over the place as they left the community pool. A fringe benefit.

Now that I am back at regular office *trying not to grit my teeth* the sights are a bit lacking. And one of the crazy things about the people walking outside my window, is that a majority of the hot ones are MILFs. Google that if you don't know.

Now of course, I am just looking, not touching, which of course makes it a spectator sport, but still I wonder, what does Milfdom say about the neighborhood I work in.

Stumbling Around

I love the summer. I love the feeling of the warm air as it surrounds you. I love wearing less clothes, plus I love the fact that there are women out there who wear less clothes (I'm married, I am not dead). But, I one thing I do not love is the fact that the weekends become filled with so much stuff going on. The winter at least allows you to have a down day because it is so dark so early. Summer gets the social calendar filled so quickly, that you blink and the weekend is over.

Not that I am saying that I do not enjoy friends and family and stuff to do, but sometimes you need the chance to get you brain to focus and right now it seems like its bounce bounce bounce. Of course, I am just whining here, not the best thing for a duck to do.

By the way, did I wake up in the early 90s? Is Greg Norman really winning the British Open Championship again?

I may need to get out more

But yesterday, after frying ourselves in the heat of the sun, at a christening party that we decided not to swim at, all I could look forward to when coming home was playing my new baseball simulation game, OOTP 9.

And not only did I look forward to it, I was actually excited when replaying the Red Sox vs Yankees from this season, I actually got excited when Jason Varitek hit a walk off grand slam homerun. Lets remember, this is a computer game, not an actual game!

Tony Snow at 53

Never really was a big Tony Snow fan. I always thought that he had been a kind of mouthpiece for the current administration and all there faults before he became the Press Secretary. But he always seemed to be a jovial guy, someone you could have a good conversation with as long as it was not about politics. And 53 is way too young.

Potent Potables

Things that would have been blog worthy, except for the fact that I have been too damned tired to post them.

1.It is never good when one of your office underlings says to you "I am bored" is it?

2.I have not watched OLTL for two good weeks, and except for the fact that I have no idea who the hell this guy is that is saying he is Sayed father, everything else falls into line.

3.Jesse Jackson, jealous or getting senial, discuss

4.Alan Webb has been a contender for the Olympic Gold medal in the mile for 12 years. When he finishes fifth in the Olympic Trials, you realize what the media does to some athletes.

5.Bill O'Reilly is a moron.

6.The Palmetto State is calling to me. I just have to hold on for another 7 or 8 months or so and we can possibly restart our lives. Maybe

7.The Puppy should be named Kobie

8. I guess the laws of the United States apply to everyone here, besides Karl Rove

It was a good day...

And then I talked to my home office and all the annoyances and drama and covert conspiracy operations washed over the phone. I should not have bothered, I would have enjoyed my Friday night, since I am not working anymore this week.

Sputtering Fits

Its been an interesting past couple of days, mostly in the evenings, listening to Mrs Duck as she rants and rants about work. Shortly, I believe she is going to revert into Daffy Duck, stuttering and spit all over the place as she discusses the lack of work effort, gumption, or even activity that her supervisors show. If the building is not metaphorically on fire, things don't get done. And for the type A personality that my wife is, that is not a healthy situation.

I just nod complacently and listen to her bend my ear, mostly because this is the same song and dance that has been played for months now, plus my normal place, since I am still helping out somewhere else, has many of the same qualities. So I can commiserate, but not fix. What I can fix her is a nice stiff drink.

Icebox Borky Tag

The Songbird was nice last week, seeing that my brain was full of porridge and figured I needed some blogging help. So, she reached out and tagged me with the 6 boring/quirky things about me meme. What a fine desert friend! So, this feathery blogger obliged, even though it was later then need be.

) Link to the person who tagged me.

2) Mention the rules.

3) Tell six quirky yet boring, unspectacular details about myself.

4) Tag 6 other bloggers by linking to them.

5) Go to each person’s blog and leave a comment that lets them know they’ve been tagged.

And now, I am sure, more then you ever wanted to know...

1-I feel a little bit guilty when I am playing my Xbox 360. Not because it is childish or immature, but because it is set up in the living room and it bores the heck out of Mrs Duck. So I feel like I am kicking her out of her relaxation zone.

2-I twirl my hair when I am tired or bored. Not exactly something that odd, except for the fact that I find myself doing it at work.

3-I collect horse racing glasses. Now there is nothing wrong with the Kentucky Derby or the Preakness, plenty of people collect those. But I have searched EBay for glasses from the Blue Grass Stakes and the Travers. Not exactly big name races. Mrs Duck is not amused.

4-I love to cook, but hate to grill. I have a fear that the propane will somehow get loose and I will explode in a firey blast of gas and hamburger.

5-I just do not get the appeal of the TV Show, Lost.

6-I used to feel bad for stuffed animals, especially the last ones on a shelf, so I would buy them so they did not feel all alone.

6a-I still do #6 occasionally now if my mood is just right.

There, six more reasons why yours truly should probably be committed. And now, who to tag, who to tag.

a-Dragon
b-Sognatrice
c-SaS
d-Ali
e-Jeff
f-One Gal

11 Hours

Of work today, so my brain is mush. Nothing really witty to say here. Hell I am stunned I am awake.

To Easy

When I go to another office, sometimes it feels like a little vacation. The trauma of having to deal with the inner workings and dramatic wanderings of my staff can be taxing. Hence, when I do not have to deal with it, its a blessing, even when I have to deal marginally with the dramatic wanderings of another staff. Plus, I actually had things to do, which meant I did not have to look busy. A nice touch. Who knows how long this working vacation will last, but I will try and enjoy it while I can.

Different Ways of Leadership

At lunchtime today, I made some of my typical stops. I do not actually eat during lunch, but even if I have no place to really go, I find an excuse to get out of the office so I can not be called back for one reason or another. The quarter tank of gas wasted is worth the sanity.

I made one of my usual stops, a place I go to at least once a week, which will remain nameless. Lets just say there are Celtic fans. Anyway, as I was browsing about, the manager/shift supervisor/shift person in charge gathered some of her workers around. First mistake on there part, talking too loudly.

They go on to say, the periwinkles are non negotiable. I was very disappointed yesterday that the periwinkles were not completed and that we were not able to periwinkle. That is unacceptable and it will not happen again today. (Periwinkle replaces the real word, just so I don't get anyone in any kind of trouble.) As I turn to leave the establishment, Head Person has disappeared into an office and the rest of the staff is rolling there eyes and laughing.

In my opinion two mistakes here. Number one, yes the periwinkles will get done, but they will not get done with any gusto. It will be more like I am doing this because they are making me and no value will come out of the time spent. Plus, customers dont really want periwinkles, they want to get in and out and off on the rest of there errands, chores, tasks, napping. Why do businesses insist on slowing them down. Plus, giving your underlings a bit of a dress down in public, not the best idea.

And now I am off to go yell about some periwinkles!

Gutter Ball

We live in an apartment complex that is run by a well known development company, whose name sounds alot like the second word in the title to this post. Its really not an apartment, more of a townhome, but we still rent. And trust me, the rent is not cheap, especially for the size of the place.
And of course, this spring has been like a monsoon, raining almost every other day in one way or another. I was thinking the other night, man when was the last time these gutters were cleaned out. I was thinking this because the pool of water on my sidewalk and the waterfall cascade outside my living room window from where one of the gutters on the roof was clogged up, while pretty, was not exactly the kind of thing you wanted to look out on. Now, this duck is not going up on the roof, firstly because I do not have wings or a ladder that can get me up there, but secondly, the townhome association takes care of things out side, not little old me.
So, imagine my double chagrin when Mrs Duck mentioned to our neighbors that she was going to go down to the office to tell them to clean out the gutters and our neighbors just laughed and laughed, like she was a cuter version of Letterman. Oh and also imagine my double chagrin as we now sit in a tornado watch until 8 pm tonight. Anyone for surfing??