This is my final post (probably) as the Crazy Cat Lady. It was time to grow up, so I'm giving a professional blog a try. I'm supposed to market via social media, so I guess I better get back into the space. Could be a disaster, but we'll see.
If you're interested, you can find me here. At the very least you can see a picture here of what I actually look like in case you've ever wondered.
Thanks to everyone that read and cared!
I haven't blogged in six months (since my birthday). Not really sure what happened there...things got crazy. Life is so much better now - new job, less stress.
So why the return? Part of my new job is to work on social media strategy for my brand. I've been thinking and talking a lot about blogging, Facebook and Twitter. It made me nostalgic for my blog.
Probably the big highlight from my summer was my bird flu. It wasn't the real bird flu - it was my own special version. I was attacked by a bird on Father's Day. It latched onto my head and cut my scalp open. It was scary while it was happening, but hysterical in retrospect. Then I got sick. Really severe flu symptoms that persisted for five weeks. I stopped eating. I slept all the time - the usual. By the time I decided to go to the doctor (week 5) I was convinced I had a terrible disease or that I had the bird flu. The doctor told me I was pregnant (I'm not) and I had to spend a considerable amount of time convincing her otherwise before she would run tests. Basically it came down to me telling her that I hadn't had sex in two years (no longer true - yeah me!) and unless someone broke into my apartment, had sex with me while I was sleeping and I didn't notice, there was no way I was pregnant. Another two weeks and many tests later, my doctor informs me I'm a bacteria farm and in danger of my internal organs shutting down. Two flights of serious antibiotics and another four weeks of resting and I kicked the bird flu.
Speaking of being pregnant...my idiot boss from my last job decided not to inform anyone outside our department that I left the company. Not sure what the thinking was there, but she's now lost four people and just doesn't feel the need to tell anyone. The contractor that took over for me has started getting emails asking when I'm coming back from maternity leave. I'm considering a fake baby announcement, registering at Target and collecting gifts. If the gifts are from Target then, I can return and buy a Wii. Seems like a win-win situation!
Back to work and my social media marketing. If anyone is reading this (and if you are I'm shocked!) do you use twitter? How many tweets do you send/receive in a day? What are your other favorite community sites?
It's Sunday night and I decide to log onto my work email from home. Not because I'm going to work, but I needed to check my calendar to see if I had a lunch meeting tomorrow or Tuesday. It's tomorrow, but that's irrelevant.
There are 14 emails going back and forth between VPs and Directors weighing in on a problem with our company website. I'm copied on them all and everyone keeps asking why I haven't responded and if I'll be available for a meeting Monday morning before the start of the work day to discuss. All of these emails came in between Saturday afternoon and tonight. What are they smoking?! They don't pay me enough to sit on my personal laptop and respond to emails over the weekend. I have a life (albeit slightly pathetic) and I make the most of the time when I'm away from the hell-hole that pays the rent. I'm super happy for them that they all have Blackberrys and work-provided laptops, but I don't. Screw them. If they want to eat up my weekend time, they can give me a raise and the tools to do it.
I'm going to show up for work tomorrow (at the normal time) and miss that meeting. When asked, my response will be, "I don't check email over the weekend." (And yes I'm smart enough to turn-off "read receipts" in my email.) I wonder what their response will be to that?
I love the BBC and I love Penguins. What could be better?
I was supposed to be on a flight to Denver departing at 3:50PM. It was canceled. The plane broke. I guess I should be glad it didn't break while we were on it, but given the year I'm having, I'm not sure I would have minded.
I got on the next flight at 6:50PM. How do I kill three hours...at the bar drinking and working. I love that I can get drunk off one lite beer. It makes me such a cheap date (I mean cash-wise, but for El Goober I'll be any kind of cheap he wants). I decided I should do anymore email until I had some food, so I'm doing better now. At least I will sleep well on the flight. Especially when I ad in my muscle relaxers and vicodin.
My main concern when my flights gets canceled is where is my luggage? I really need it to be in Denver when I land. I have to give a work presentation tomorrow and I'm not looking forward to doing it in clothes I've been wearing for more than 24-hours and not to mention without my large selection of beautifying products. It takes a lot of work to look this good! :P
So now I have the beautiful Chicago snow working against me. I may be ingesting a lethal combo of alcohol and Rx. I may not have luggage when I arrive. I suppose it could be worse. Wish me luck!
So I'm still stuck in a hotel room with a bad TV channel selection. I'm watching Extra and almost threw up when I say Mark McGrath is hosting Extra now. When did that happen? How does someone go from lead singer in Sugar Ray (OK...not the best band ever) to host on a really bad syndicated celebrity gossip show. Did he spend all his money and needs the job to pay the bills?
I think it's sadder when someone becomes so famous and then so pathetic. Or like Elizabeth Taylor who went from the most beautiful woman on the planet to her current state. I thought my life sucked!
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It's all about Bubba - my best friend, my teddy bear and my reason for getting up in the morning. Did I mention he now has a credit card? Petsmart is offering customizable credit cards with your pet's photo. Now if he could only go to the pet store without me...
Actually...I'm in San Francisco. Mentally...I'm having a nervous breakdown. Since I'm unable to actually talk about that mess without breaking into hysterics, I'll concentrate on the immediate annoyances.
Why is it that hotel rooms have the worst TV selection? It's even worse than my cable at home (and I don't get Bravo, E! or the Sci-Fi channel). This hotel has news, sports, San Francisco activities and the hotel "buy me" on demand channel. I'm soooo bored. At the very least, I would like something mindless like Comedy Central. Instead, I'm watching a twenty year old interview with Charles Manson. Maybe, I'll sleep instead...

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