I would like to take this opportunity to wish myself a happy last day of work. It was fun while it lasted. Kind of.
I have graced these people with my presence for almost 6 months on the dot. I know this because I am being prompted to change about 17 passwords in the next 4 days to which I gladly click NO THANKS. NOT NOW. It's a great feeling.
6 months also means this blog has been steadily updated for at least 5.5 months. I'm unsure of who holds the blogs future in their hands but I can tell you that it will no longer be from the 55144 general area.
The best part about giving a 2 weeks notice is how everyone scrambles to 'keep in touch' with you. It's nice to be wanted. Even if it's just for numbers purposes on Facebook and Linked In.
I celebrated by going out to lunch for the past 3 days, wearing jeans when i wasn't supposed to, taking a farewell trip to the pop machine and making sure to stop by Candy Girl's desk for one final jolly rancher.
Speaking of jolly ranchers, please stock up if you are coming to the marathon next weekend and let my sweaty paws grab them from you as I speed by at a 12 min/mile pace. Nothing gives me motivation like candy. Except if I knew if Kelsey was standing at the finish line with a fresh from the fridge can of Dew for me, that'd probably shave off a few minutes as well.
Ok, back to "work" one.last.time.
9.24.2009
9.23.2009
Street sweeper, baby
Shimmy shimmy coco what, White Sox?
It's the bottom of the the 3rd and the White Sox are ready to go home crying.
Funny thing. I made a girl go home crying today too. But it's because she thinks she'll miss working with me. I reassured her she won't.
There will be no reassurance for the White Sox tonight though.
And if anyone could use some post-its..
It's the bottom of the the 3rd and the White Sox are ready to go home crying.
Funny thing. I made a girl go home crying today too. But it's because she thinks she'll miss working with me. I reassured her she won't.
There will be no reassurance for the White Sox tonight though.
And if anyone could use some post-its..
9.22.2009
cham-pange w-w-witnessiz
Happy first day of fall. Happy birthday KHood. Happy sun setting before we start Biggest Loser. Happy 2nd loss to the White Sox. Happy 10 days before the marathon. Happy 2 days left of work. and happy I wore jeans to work on a nonfriday day to me.
If you think I've been peeing my pants over the Twins these past few days, you know me all too well. I gave Lindsay about a 10 minute rundown of what would, could, should, and can happen if this, this, this, and this happens. She replied that the Twins were "like sweeping them on Friday, it was really good." Cute.
Today marked a momumental day in the SLP chapter of my life. Many of you in the area may know that there is a shortage of gas stations in the highway 7/cedar lake road area. There is one about halfway to highway 100, but you can only stop there if you are going west. Problem: I'm always going east. Well, at least I am always going east when I need gas.
There are 2 others within 1/2 a mile of my apartment that are both out of business. I have pulled a bone dry Regal running on Premium fumes into each of them as they look deceivingly open. Don't fall for it.
Luckily, I go running everyday on the Cedar Lake Trail and luckily some garage sale like flags have been catching my eye for the past 3 months or so as I 'SPEED' by on foot. It wasn't until just last week that I realized it was an old crappy gas station. Like the kind that just has pumps, no actual store. It's called something like H.C. McCoys Petroleum, written in cursive paint. It has a little shack off to the side up against the railroad tracks that has a cashier at it about 30% of the time and 2 pop machines next to it and...well, that's it. It feels like the kind of gas station that an unsolved mystery would happen at since it's kind of tucked away by the railroad tracks and it seems to attract a lot of truckers.
Anyway, bottom line, I found it. and it's close. and the gas fills up super fast. Slow pumps have always been a pet peeve for me and my impatient self.
On a seperate and not really but kind of a little related note, yesterday when I was running, I was thinking of creating a computer game similar to Oregon Trail but calling it Cedar Lake Trail. The object is you have to make it from St. Louis Park all the way to Minnehaha Falls without dying. I'm pretty sure no one has ever made it on foot but I intend to try before snowfall.
Things encountered may/may not include: Indian men running in khaki pants, loafers, and polos, homeless people under the bridges, crosswalks that do not give pedestrians the right of way (they do exist), burning plastic smells, hipsters boy couples that fall off their bikes in front of you (lol), 30 year old men playing football and throwing the ball at your head (this happens), and coffee smells that give you a burst of energy right before you pass Wooddale. Also, I think I would equate the hidden drinking fountain right before you get to Uptown to the same level of excitement as when you kill a bison while hunting. But you need to be super cautious when you hear the swarm of bees coming at you which actually turns out to be a pack of road bikers that make you jump off the bikepath. Also watch out for the speed skating rollerblading couples who do it in sync. They aren't dangerous, but just kind of painful to see.
Mark my words: I WILL NEVER SKATE IN SYNC.
If you think I've been peeing my pants over the Twins these past few days, you know me all too well. I gave Lindsay about a 10 minute rundown of what would, could, should, and can happen if this, this, this, and this happens. She replied that the Twins were "like sweeping them on Friday, it was really good." Cute.
Today marked a momumental day in the SLP chapter of my life. Many of you in the area may know that there is a shortage of gas stations in the highway 7/cedar lake road area. There is one about halfway to highway 100, but you can only stop there if you are going west. Problem: I'm always going east. Well, at least I am always going east when I need gas.
There are 2 others within 1/2 a mile of my apartment that are both out of business. I have pulled a bone dry Regal running on Premium fumes into each of them as they look deceivingly open. Don't fall for it.
Luckily, I go running everyday on the Cedar Lake Trail and luckily some garage sale like flags have been catching my eye for the past 3 months or so as I 'SPEED' by on foot. It wasn't until just last week that I realized it was an old crappy gas station. Like the kind that just has pumps, no actual store. It's called something like H.C. McCoys Petroleum, written in cursive paint. It has a little shack off to the side up against the railroad tracks that has a cashier at it about 30% of the time and 2 pop machines next to it and...well, that's it. It feels like the kind of gas station that an unsolved mystery would happen at since it's kind of tucked away by the railroad tracks and it seems to attract a lot of truckers.
Anyway, bottom line, I found it. and it's close. and the gas fills up super fast. Slow pumps have always been a pet peeve for me and my impatient self.
On a seperate and not really but kind of a little related note, yesterday when I was running, I was thinking of creating a computer game similar to Oregon Trail but calling it Cedar Lake Trail. The object is you have to make it from St. Louis Park all the way to Minnehaha Falls without dying. I'm pretty sure no one has ever made it on foot but I intend to try before snowfall.
Things encountered may/may not include: Indian men running in khaki pants, loafers, and polos, homeless people under the bridges, crosswalks that do not give pedestrians the right of way (they do exist), burning plastic smells, hipsters boy couples that fall off their bikes in front of you (lol), 30 year old men playing football and throwing the ball at your head (this happens), and coffee smells that give you a burst of energy right before you pass Wooddale. Also, I think I would equate the hidden drinking fountain right before you get to Uptown to the same level of excitement as when you kill a bison while hunting. But you need to be super cautious when you hear the swarm of bees coming at you which actually turns out to be a pack of road bikers that make you jump off the bikepath. Also watch out for the speed skating rollerblading couples who do it in sync. They aren't dangerous, but just kind of painful to see.
Mark my words: I WILL NEVER SKATE IN SYNC.
9.17.2009
To the left, to the left
Everything I own is in a box to my left.
For once Beyonce's words speak straight to my heart. I have slowly been packing my things for my big exit coming up next week and placing them in a box to the left.
Thus far, it includes, my Twins magnet schedule, 2 pictures from my sisters wedding (note: no frames, that would have looked "too permanent") and my BU nalgene that has been filled to the 8 oz. line since early June.
I'm also going to take my unused, but already opened packs of Post-its. I wouldn't want them to go to waste.
Next week I will probably clear my cache, gather my spare change, and bid my farewell.
Luckily I will still be around for the 'Records Retention Days.' This will include everyone cleaning out their cubes and files and disposing of confidential material as well as archiving emails and docs and reporting how many MBs they cleared up.
More importantly, we can wear jeans on these days and get free Subway. I'm not sure why. None of it makes a lot of sense to me but my guess is it will be like any other Friday only with management and more locked waste baskets.
and MOST importantly I will meet my replacement who will be chomping at the bit to get into my optimally located cube.
So although everything in my cube is in a box to the left....turns out I am NOT sasha fierce nor am I irreplacable.
For once Beyonce's words speak straight to my heart. I have slowly been packing my things for my big exit coming up next week and placing them in a box to the left.
Thus far, it includes, my Twins magnet schedule, 2 pictures from my sisters wedding (note: no frames, that would have looked "too permanent") and my BU nalgene that has been filled to the 8 oz. line since early June.
I'm also going to take my unused, but already opened packs of Post-its. I wouldn't want them to go to waste.
Next week I will probably clear my cache, gather my spare change, and bid my farewell.
Luckily I will still be around for the 'Records Retention Days.' This will include everyone cleaning out their cubes and files and disposing of confidential material as well as archiving emails and docs and reporting how many MBs they cleared up.
More importantly, we can wear jeans on these days and get free Subway. I'm not sure why. None of it makes a lot of sense to me but my guess is it will be like any other Friday only with management and more locked waste baskets.
and MOST importantly I will meet my replacement who will be chomping at the bit to get into my optimally located cube.
So although everything in my cube is in a box to the left....turns out I am NOT sasha fierce nor am I irreplacable.
9.16.2009
I'll be missin you
TOP FIVE THINGS I MIGHT MISS
5. The girl who wears the zip up silk blouse, black sweatpants and dirty white reeboks and sneaks into the conference room across from my desk to talk on her cell phone. She does the left right, left again look around and then closes the door really quietly while I just give her 'the look.' Sometimes it seems like it all happens in slow motion which is the biggest thing I'll miss about it.
4. I have about 12 weekly meetings I have to go to. Today I went to my final one with a particular group and made a snide remark. I couldn't resist, the new guy walked right into it and I couldn't not say it. So I said it because I thought I had nothing to lose. Everyone burst out laughing and I received a slap on the back accompanied with "You've been here how long and I've never heard you say anything funny!" from the guy sitting next to me. We finally bonded and now I have to leave.
3. Picking between a $2 salad, $7 sandwich, or bringing a unrefridgerated lunch.
2. Unlimited free candy and pop from people 3 times as old as me. Along with that, whenever it's someone's birthday and the topic of age or being old is brought up, people look at me and change the subject before I can respond that I think they got their Masters degree before I was born.
1. Cube doors, privacy screens, weekly wednesday emergency drills, still getting lost after being here 6 months, stuff getting stolen from my desk and drawers every Tuesday and Friday when the trash people come, people who cannot wear anything but 14k gold jewelry because anything less gives tham a rash, shoulder padded suits, Indian men in shiny khakis, eavesdropping on husband/wife lunch dates in the cafeteria, pretending the Regal is the NASCAR car that came to visit on employee appreciationg day and going above 35 mph on all the curvy roads that lead to the quad.
I think that's it. Luckily I still have 7 days to soak it all up.
5. The girl who wears the zip up silk blouse, black sweatpants and dirty white reeboks and sneaks into the conference room across from my desk to talk on her cell phone. She does the left right, left again look around and then closes the door really quietly while I just give her 'the look.' Sometimes it seems like it all happens in slow motion which is the biggest thing I'll miss about it.
4. I have about 12 weekly meetings I have to go to. Today I went to my final one with a particular group and made a snide remark. I couldn't resist, the new guy walked right into it and I couldn't not say it. So I said it because I thought I had nothing to lose. Everyone burst out laughing and I received a slap on the back accompanied with "You've been here how long and I've never heard you say anything funny!" from the guy sitting next to me. We finally bonded and now I have to leave.
3. Picking between a $2 salad, $7 sandwich, or bringing a unrefridgerated lunch.
2. Unlimited free candy and pop from people 3 times as old as me. Along with that, whenever it's someone's birthday and the topic of age or being old is brought up, people look at me and change the subject before I can respond that I think they got their Masters degree before I was born.
1. Cube doors, privacy screens, weekly wednesday emergency drills, still getting lost after being here 6 months, stuff getting stolen from my desk and drawers every Tuesday and Friday when the trash people come, people who cannot wear anything but 14k gold jewelry because anything less gives tham a rash, shoulder padded suits, Indian men in shiny khakis, eavesdropping on husband/wife lunch dates in the cafeteria, pretending the Regal is the NASCAR car that came to visit on employee appreciationg day and going above 35 mph on all the curvy roads that lead to the quad.
I think that's it. Luckily I still have 7 days to soak it all up.
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