Archive for March, 2005

Sometimes hitting SEND is the hardest thing to do

Not sure if I mentioned it before, but I had been mulling over sending in a little piece to a certain ladies magazine. They have a section called “It Happened To Me.” The story has to be “true” around 1000 words, and if they choose yours you get $1000. Being in a magazine will be the coolest part though!

So I began mulling over my adventures, seeing if I had done anything that I could dramatize enough make it interesting, yet something that wouldn’t get back to the Feds. I figured I could come at it from at least 3 angles. 1) The topical, timely angle–“I’m a blogger, here’s what I do.” 2) The Kleenex Fest–“I lost my Dad suddenly and it changed who I am” 3)The humorous, cynical, witty angle.–I went with this, so I’m not going to tell you what I wrote about. I’m silly, but protective.

I started with something I had written up maybe a year ago, and expanded and refined it. It was only about 500 words to start with, and it was hard work to stretch it out without making anything sound “tacked on.” I was pretty pleased with the result, but I put off sending it. I gave it to a few people to look at, got a few suggestions, ignored them all…and still put off sending it. I didn’t even look at it for a few days.

Finally, yesterday, I made up my mind that it was time. I read it once or twice more, tweaked a few words here and there, and then cut and pasted it into the body of an email and sent it to the address they listed. I’m not sure if they will acknowledge receipt or only contact me if and when they get to my story and decide they like it. I probably should have written from all three of my angles and sent them all in, huh? Well, the baby is out there, and we’ll see. I’ll keep you p


Hurry up and wait!

Well, in the interest of my new blogging policy, I won’t say much. But some of you have seemed genuinely interested in my possible new position. So I’ll say this. Everything is on hold until August. So things are pretty much status quo, and that’s always been OK with me. It’s good to know something, though.

Most of you probably know about this already

But I think it’s really scary. I feel like I’ve been very careful not to reveal where I work, who I work for, what exactly we do. I’ve done this out of simply common courtesty and respect for my workplace. I usually like it there. There’s no policy there that I know of. I’m still going to keep going on the way I have been, maybe treading a little more carefully. But if I didn’t blog about what went on at work, I’d lose 8 hours of my blogging materal a day.

Anyway. If you happen to be one of the chosen few with whom I work who know about this blog, please think about these and be nice to me:

Fired for blogging
Write & wrongs
Don’t blog your boss
Health Officals warn blogger to stop posting

Anger Managment

Do you think that some people–and for once I’m not being sarcastic at all–can only be “content” when they have something to be annoyed at? Seriously, I think this is how some people get by. And I’ m not faulting them for it, it’s just interesting.

Me, I’m continually striving to put everything in place. I want to be happy. I have a set of things that I think would make me happy and I try to get them one at a time, or, if possible, by the handful. Who doesn’t want to be happy, though? My work, employment-related or otherwise, suffers when something or someone is causing me stresss. But I have seen, and know, people that seem to use their anger to fuel them–to propell them further on the path that they want to follow. And it works for them, really.

My anger flares and fizzles. I get all in an uproar, I blog about it, yell about it, whatever, and then it’s pretty much gone. I don’t think I could maintain it. It takes a lot of energy to be angry all the time.

What about you?

Dunkin’ Donuts Gets Revenge

Karma, which apparently has no regard for proper grammar, just peace, love, and kindness, reared its formidable head at me this morning.

I woke up early today. With a thought of finding out about the new position, I dressed in pinstriped trousers and my rose-colored sweater that makes my skin look fab-u-lous. I did my hair. I took extra care with my make up. I strutted out of the house feeling oh-so professional, put together, and–dare I say it?–even pretty. And best of all, I still had time to stop and get coffee.

As I exited my car and strode confidently across the parking lot, I garnered an admiring glance from a cable guy or a telephone repairman. As I approached the outer door to Dunkin’ Donuts, two men vied to hold open the door for me. “Damn,” I thought, “I’m good.” So I gave them my best movie star smile and said “Good Morning, thanks so much!” Brilliant, Lori, brilliant. I proceeded to head toward the inner door, stepped off the mat, slid the 3 feet across the lobby, smashed my knuckle against the glass door, and ended with my face smeared across the plate glass , gripping the door handle like a drowning woman holds onto a life buoy. My vain hope that nobody saw my acrobatics was quashed when I hauled myself upright and noticed that everyone inside the store had turned their heads my way at the sound of flesh hitting glass at high a velocity.

Brilliant, Lori, brilliant.

Ah, a little lethargy–a bit of this and that

Today is one of those days. No sunshine, endless rain, too chilly for spring. One of those days when all I really want to do is curl up in bed and read all day long, with power naps in between chapters. And in my alternate reality, that’s just what I’d be doing. Instead I am sitting in my office pretending to work. I don’t mean to be sneaky. I really am trying to go through the motions, but it seems like a 20 minute task is taking me an hour today. The only thing I like about rainy days in the office is the sound the rain makes on our skylights, but even that’s not a sure bet since that incident. At least I can go home in a half hour.

So I’ve been thinking about starting another blog, but keeping it completely anonymous and not linked to this blog in any way. I want to be able to whiiiiiiine, or bitch about people. In general, I’d like to be able to feel very sorry for myself and get sympathy, but I don’t want any of you, my loyal and dedicated readers, to see that side of me. Maybe I should just buy a spiral-bound notebook?

I did a bad road rage thing the other day. I was in a shopping center parking lot (the shopping centering containing the now-infamous Dunkin’ Donuts, actually) trying to make a left turn from one of the parking areas onto the small internal “road” near the traffic signal. So I’m waiting and waiting and this line of traffic is piling up at the light. “Surely,” I think, “this car will stop and let me out since if she kept going she’d be blocking the intersection on the red light.” But once again, I had misjudged the courtesy of my fellow human beings. She pulled right up behind the last car, and stared straight ahead. OOOOOH, I was fuming. I didn’t have anywhere particular to be, and I wasn’t late for anything, but for the love of St. Stanislaus that was just RUDE. My evil eye was not melting her side window either. So rather than honking I just pulled forward like I was going to pull out. I pulled so close she could have set her Starbucks cup on my hood. I pulled so close she could read the fury of a madwoman in my eyes. I then stared straight ahead… which meant I was staring at her ear (she could have used a Q-tip).

She backed up and let me in.

I won. Yes, I blocked everyone else from getting through, becoming as rude as she in the process, but I won. She probably peed her pants. So while it was not a very adult thing to do, it felt. really. good.

Oh, by the way…if you have been shaking your head in disgust at my posts on bad grammar… If you’ve been thinking that I’m the only person left on the planet who notices or cares about these things. ..THINK AGAIN, EVILDOER. Read Gary’s latest post. He makes me look like an ebonics specialist.

Who is reading this, anyway?

Apparently someone from my local Dunkin’ Donuts reads my blog. I wandered in there this morning–despite my bad-grammar-induced avowal to the contrary–and found that the sign now read “PLEASE PLACE ORDERS FOR BASKIN ROBBINS AT FAR REGISTER. THANK YOU.” See, was that so hard? My work here is done.


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Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Romania.

Dorothy Parker, Not So Deep as a Well (1937)