The past few months have been a blur, getting up to speed on the new role at work. New team, new clients, more responsibility. So far, it is going well except for the day I almost walked out.
There has been some shifting with the management team running our office. One of the benefits is the removal of the rule against visible tattoos. This bit of awesomeness means that I don’t have to wear opaque tights with my skirts or dresses. As it gets deeper into the hot and humid season, this makes for a grateful Dragonfly.
Time to dust the cobwebs off the blog
Year of rejection
is finally over. Time
For Jacksonville now.
A few things for which I am thankful:
The thug kitten Jeffrey
Friends and acquaintances, even the ones who sometimes drive my batty
The Hostess in Jax, for being an awesome friend and hostess
Saturday night trivia, for bad pizza, good conversation, and cute boys
My job and most of my coworkers
Coffee from SBUX, The Coffee Pot, and QT
Mac and cheese and blackberry cobbler from Smokejack
The novels of Margaret Atwood, Jane Austen, Suzanne Collins, Jennifer Crusie, Alice Hoffman, and Bram Stoker
The music of Jason Mraz, Jason Aldean, Eric Church, Miranda Lambert, Zac Brown Band, Pitbull, Flo Rida, Taylor Swift, Hunter Hayes, and Social D.
My neighbors who stop and give me a ride when the weather sucks, and also when it doesn’t suck.
People who stop for pedestrians instead of trying to run them (me) down.
A cheap phone with a camera and a radio and web access
Facebook for allowing me to keep up with my peeps spread out around the country
And then can’t get into WordPress to remove blank blog entries. Grrr.
It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything. July and August were insanely busy at work and I just haven’t felt like doing anything. I worked so hard and put up with so much crap from May 2011 through May 2012, and my thanks was to be moved to a consultant who needs help. Because I am so awesome. However, the net result is that I am making LESS money because the consultant I’ve been assigned to the past 3 months doesn’t get high enough customer survey results (and so doesn’t qualify for bonuses).
Now that I have fixed this consultant, I have been moved to yet another poor one, who gets even lower surveys. So, my odds of getting quarterly bonus are also lower. It is not promising that my new consultant doesn’t seem to even care, since she hasn’t qualified for them the entire time she’s been with the company.
So, basically, the reward for my awesomeness is yet another pay-cut. Lovely.
The online dating profile has been once-again de-activated. It interferes with my mission to not over-analyze. I find my self frequently perplexed by the male of the species.
I recently went on a weekend trip to the beach, to visit the Hostess and her BF. Pre-beach, things were going swimmingly with a tall, nerdy guy. We had tentative plans to meet for dinner when I got back in town. Post-beach? Too busy to speak to me. As it stands, I haven’t heard from him in a week. This is disappointing, and I’m not really sure what changed.
Maybe he is upset that I saw the new Batman flick without him.
I have also run into too many 20-somethings who are under the impression that I’m desperate to get laid. There are an equal number of married men. I don’t do married: I don’t like to share.
Fifty pages. That is about how far I have been able to get through Fifty Shades of Grey. This is ALL I am going to read. My assessment?
Christian Grey is a predator, not some sort of romantic hero. In the few pages I read, there were three incidents of stalking and two threats of physical harm. This is creepy, not sexy.
And Anastasia Steele. Poor, naive Anastasia is Too Stupid to Live. I can tolerate a boring and clumsy protagonist (ala Twilight’s Bella) because I can be boring and clumsy. However, I cannot tolerate TSTL. One would think fifty shades of red flags would be going up with the aforementioned stalking and threats. Alas, no. Because, apparently, stalking and threats are alright if the man in question is a good-looking billionaire.
This is not a novel about BDSM. It is a novel about a predator. It would probably be much better in the hands of an author who actually writes well, and one who writes thrillers.