It's a beautiful sunny day out. So nice, in fact, that I've got all the doors wide open, and am sitting here in shirt sleeves. My Siberian iris is knee high and my forsythia is breaking.

It's *January* for heaven's sake! Where the winter?

(Oh. Never mind. Colorado is apparently getting my winter-and everybody else's from the looks of it.)

( in other news )

I just applied for a job. As a 'security guard' (read: the person who drives the golf cart around the parking lots and lets residents in when they lose their keys) at the local retirement village ( Read more... )

Been awhile since I've been around. So, the latest ( Read more... )

I lost two clients this week...out of the three that I had. One was so mad that when she was dressed, she went up to the membership office and cancelled her membership. (Not mad at me, mind, but at they Y.) I'll be seeing both of these ladies privately, but you can bet this is going in the letter I'm writing to attach to my two weeks' notice ( Read more... )

So. Tonight was my first night back at work, after six weeks off to recover from surgery. I knew while I was out that they'd closed our studio and moved us downstairs. I heard from both L and R about how bad the new room was. Tonight I saw for myself ( Read more... )

( I've spent the last *three days* on the phone with you... )

( work bitch )

I was hanging out in the office at work when the membership director (that nobody likes) came in to ask C if he would work this weekend. (Nothing like waiting til the last minute, yeah?) He said no. Then she asked me if I wanted a part time job, working in the membership office. I told her no, I already had three jobs. She asked me, half ( Read more... )

So my boss (from ARC) calls me while I'm on vacation, to ask if I'm willing to take on the other two centers, and compare paperwork. I'm *on vacation*, several thousand miles away from my files, which I tell her, but I assure her that I am indeed willing to take on the other centers, and that I will call her to arrange things when I get back. Which ( Read more... )

But they left my 7" long twisted bronze hair spike alone. Go figure. I sure feel safer now! They were both in my train case, which was checked baggage. They apparently missed (or didn't know what it was, the cretins) the 1940's cigar lighter I got P for his bday, that was in my suitcase ( Read more... )