All This Convention Talk Has Made Me Nostalgic

First, I have to say that when I first started this post, I couldn't get it to write in English. Then I remembered that I enabled the language translator today, and I was writing in Hindi.

Anyway, back our regularly scheduled post. So with the Democratic National Convention ending and the Republican one ending, I am suddenly taken back to a time when I was nine years old. This memory came to me the other day. It was while I was in the fourth grade. I was attending school in Aurora, Colorado. Third grade and two months of fourth grade was the only time that I did not attend my public school education in the Commonwealth of Virginia. The more I think about it, my school in Colorado was probably the best I ever attended. I will save that for another post.

The two months was did go to school there were during a presidential election. The school decided that they were going to teach us about the election process. To do this, they came up with two characters to run. (I don't remember if they were running to be president of the school or a new mascot.) The candidates were Sonic the Hedgehog and Bugs Bunny. All of the classes were assigned a state. I remember that my class and another fourth grade class were the state of Hawaii.

Individually, you got to choose who you were supporting. I chose to support Bugs Bunny. Each candidate held a convention. The two classes made signs for their state and candidate so the two classes divided based on each individual's candidate of choice.

When it came to convention time, I was selected to represent the great state of Hawaii. I stood at the podium and announced how many delegates were there for support of our candidate. It is one of my crowning moments.

Sadly, I left before the election was completed, and I never found out who won. I think they should have used that as an opportunity to teach us about absentee voting.

How Could I Have Strayed From the Office Theme?

So someone, we'll call her Biggy (to protect her name of course), had a few complaints about the last couple of posts. Maybe I should come play some Titanic for her at midnight, and Les Mis, and Mary Had a Little Lamb.

Anyway, I must admit that I can't believe I left out a huge detail of my work week.

The 18-year old quit on Wednesday. He just wasn't cut out for the business world. Now it's back to just me.

One is the loneliest number.

Just A Thought

When you have a visitor over, you don't allow them to play the piano at midnight, even if they are playing music from Titanic.

A Little Light Bathroom Reading

So this is what I read the other day on the stall in a Kohl's bathroom. This person seems excited about homeschool. I say person because I haven't ruled out that maybe a boy came in and wrote it.

When Work With an 18-Year Old, These are the Kind of Emails You Get

I wasn't so much concerned with the picture as the I was with the not that came with it. This is what it said: do u think dis is funni

I wish I could say this post was a joke.

There's Only A Ms. LMC In We.

Whenever we have meetings at work, my boss always talks about we need to this or we're going to do that. I cringe everytime becuase it loosely translates to, me making sure that all gets done.

Did I mention, I don't like Mondays?

Just A Spoon Full of Sugar Helps the Medicine Go Down

Last month I was up in NYC, and some friends and I saw the Mary Poppins the Musical. It was a really good show, and I enjoyed it a lot. So I was listening to the music a few weeks ago, and I realized that Mary Poppins and I are kind of similar. No, I'm not a British Nanny that takes care of misbehaved children. However we do have something in common as far as names go. I noticed that people often refer to her as Mary Poppins. I find this happens with me as well. There are a large number of people that refer by my first and last name. They do it when greeting me, and then throughout our conversation. It's an interesting phenomenon as most of them have done it independently of each other. I'm not sure why, but it happens.

It's Been A Long Time Since I Blogged About Work

So I realized that I used to blog about work a lot, and I haven't lately. A lot of that is do exit of a certain coworker. We'll call her Bibba. To get you up to speed, the business was sold, Bibba left, new bosses came in.

Now along with that came a whole list of headaches. Here's the equation 2 bosses + 1 employee + plus inexperience of the bosses + 1 employee doing the work of Bibba, employee, and everything else + bosses not listening to the advice of employee that has been doing the job a lot longer = 10x

After solving the equation, we find that x=a living hell at work.

I don’t mean to sound negative so let’s focus on a good thing that happened last week. I got a coworker! He's very hot, and very charming...he's 18. Either way, it's good to have someone again, and we have an instant bond because we're the worker ants, and worker ants stick together.

I don't think I'll have as funny of stories as I did with Bibba. They were some of the best. It reminds me of the time she told me when I was married I should go to a strip club just to see what they're all about. One day I will write a book about all of the Bibbaisms.

Anyway, I have a few laughs with my 18-year old. He asked me last week why I always work so hard. He told me I should become an actress. He told me I look like a high school principal/teacher. Then the icing on the cake, we had our corporate developer at work today. He came in my office and told me she was hot for a person her age (45 years old). I didn’t quite catch what he said next, but I’m pretty sure he told me I was hot too, but he was amazed because she was older.

It’s good to have a coworker again.

How Many Five Year Olds Could You Take In A Fight?

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