The Joys of Online Dating.....

If you have read over the past few weeks, you know that I have finally broken down and am forcing myself to try M*tch.c*m.

I'm still pretty pissed at FD for this.

Anyway.... If you follow me on Twitter, you know that the past several Tuesdays have been "Coffee Date Tuesdays." Basically, the guys that have shown an interest in meeting me in person have been directed to a certain Starbucks in town. I figure that if I meet enough there, I can make friends with the baristas.... not only might I get a few free Trenta Iced Green Teas, but we can work out a system. Like, if I make a certain motion, they know to save me.

I'm half kidding.

This Tuesday, I do not have any coffee scheduled. I'm actually a bit relieved. I kind of need a break.

So, today, I'm going to talk about a few that haven't made the cut. Next Tuesday, I'll do a breakdown on the ones I've met.

Hey, if I'm going to do this, I might as well get some blog material out of it, right?

Non-Bachelor #1

This guy's profile was great. We live in the same town. He's a great height. At a glance, seemed like a great match.

Oh, except for that whole "Separated" word next to his relationship status.

I moved on, but he ended up emailing me. He was open about the fact that he is currently going through a divorce. I emailed him back and told him that I'd love for him to contact me once he can say he's legally divorced.

So, then, he emails me back to say that he understands, but that his wife is a lying cheat and that he has no intentions of ever reconciling with her.

There were a few reasons that I just decided not to respond to that.

Non-Bachelor #2

This guy out of Orlando emails me out of the blue. No joke, this is how the emails went.....

Him: "Hey! You have a captivating smile. Let me know if you want to hang sometime."

Me: "Thank you for the compliments! I hope you are having a great week."

Him: "So are you going to watch the game or the fight tonight?"

Me: "I'm sorry. I don't know which game or fight to which you are referring, lol."

Him: "The basketball game or the UFC fight. Call or text me.... 407-xxx-xxxx."

Please forgive me for being picky, but if you notice, I never actually got his name.

Non-Bachelor #3

So, at first, I was kind of excited about this one. Out of pure vanity, really. He was super good-looking. And, he seemed interesting in his profile.

And then, he started out his emails by wanting my number. I asked if he'd be ok just emailing a little before doing the whole number exchange thing.

His response? "Don't take this personal, but why do girls not want to give out their numbers? Email is so sterile... what happened to a good ole fashioned phone call?"

My response? "No offense taken.... and, if we had met in real life, I'd totally agree. However, I'm uncomfortable handing out my number to a bunch of virtual strangers, so I'd like to try to email first. If we'd met in public and chatted, you'd at some point be able to choose to ask for my number or not.... and, I would choose to give it to you or not. We met online, so I'd like to try to get to know one another online, initially."

His response? "Yeah, I get your reasons, but I don't have time to spend on the internet all day."

Ummmmmmmmm...... then why are you on an INTERNET dating site?


Non-Bachelor #4

I talked about him a bit, yesterday.

Basically, he opened up with the fact that he'd spent his week (last week) volunteering on a presidential campaign and thought we could volunteer together. 

Yeah, I'm not all that gung-ho about politics. That's not my idea of a fun date.

Plus, he was campaigning for a candidate that I pray doesn't win, so there's that.

There, sadly, have been others..... like getting matched up with my creepy ex-coworker.... but, those rank at the top of the weirdo scale.

Because this amused me.............

So, do you remember Non-NYE Date?

Let me give you a little more background.

When we first met, he had just gotten married. I became fast friends with both he and his wife....... they were a fun couple. In fact, I was one of the few women with whim his wife didn't mind him being friends.

He's a very flirty type, period. With everyone. However, I always thought of him as an older brother or uncle type. Due to our jobs, we spent a lot of time together and he really did become a good friend.

He'd always say complimentary things like, "Oh, you're going to make a great wife one day." or "Some guy would be really lucky to end up with you."

Then, he would add on slightly flirty things........ "If I weren't married and were a bit younger, I'd totally be going after you." or just plain "If I weren't married, I'd totally be going after you."

I always tried to laugh it off and make it clear that it wasn't going to happen. Even though, we were "just joking" I didn't want any confusion.

Then about 2 years later, he left his wife and they filed for divorce. He directly went into another relationship, but we stayed friends (I was friends with the new one, too....... before they even got together). When he told me he was leaving her, he "jokingly" asked, "So, now that I'm single, do you wanna go out?" I honestly told him no...... even though he was being light-hearted about it..... and gently made it clear that I didn't think I'd ever be interested in that way.

On the day his divorce was final, he "jokingly" asked, "I'm officially single...... does this mean you want me?" while a couple other people were around. I told him to shut up, lol.

I also let him in on the fact that I had serious feelings for someone else. Eventually, he found out it was The Guy. He didn't like TG before this revelation (sidenote: To NNYE, TG represents everything he wants to be and have, but doesn't) and liked him even less after. Regardless, he was in a relationship and we were friends, so he was as supportive as possible.

Enter August 2009......... his relationship crashed and burned, in a nasty way. A couple weeks later, TG announced that he was moving. I, being devastated, was crying to NNYE about the whole situation when he made a comment that I thought was referring to his most recent ex.

"I didn't mean her. I meant you."

Oh, crap.

He then went on to explain what we both already figured............ even though he was always "joking," he's always had a thing for me. "And, even though I'm not saying this because I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to me, it really sucks to know that you're this torn up over him. It sucks to know that I'm not younger or more charming or less divorced....... that everything you love about him is everything I'm not. Again, I'm not saying this so you won't talk to me about him, but it sucks that you're sitting here crying over him when he doesn't give a crap about you. To me, you're everything and to him, you don't mean anything."

That, my friends, was the LAST time I ever talked about TG to him. Our friendship started to change, pretty quickly.

Within a couple months, he was living with someone else. I was going through the rollercoaster of emotion over TG.

At one point, about this time last year, we had it out. Over several things, really, but the underlying problem was that I didn't fall into his arms simply because TG wasn't there. He was pretty mean and nasty about a lot of things, but he made sure to get some digs in about TG, too.

Since then, we're more of acquaintances than friends. Honestly, I've been fine with that. It's better that way, for everyone.

FFed to early December. We were at a function and he randomly asks me if I'm still hung up on TG. Remember, we haven't talked about TG in over a year. I gave a generic answer about moving on and he responded, "Good."

A week later, I find out that he and his girlfriend (with whom he'd been living) had broken up.

A couple weeks after that, he asks me out for NYE. I turn him down.

A week or so later, he asks me out again. I turn him down.

Yet, a week later, he texts me about some dream he had about me. I do not ask for details.

Later in that same week, he tries to brush off the whole dream thing. I ignore him.

Yesterday, he tells me that he's back with the girlfriend.

I laugh.

Ladies (and possible gentlemen)............. Let's cross our fingers and pray that he's finally gotten it.

Half-Marathon........... Thoughts?

As you know, by now, I have been working really hard. I workout a lot. Like, 5-6 days a week. I do this to be healthy, but also to help me lose weight. My goal is to be a certain weight by my ten-year reunion, next June.

However, I'm thinking of adding another goal to my list.

A couple weeks ago, I was at my friend Meg's baby shower. At the shower were her sister Robyn and our friend Shannon. Robyn has recently gotten into running and Shannon has done races, in the past. We started talking and decided that doing the Disney Princess Half-Marathon together would be great. It would be fun bonding time, would give us a concrete reason to workout regularly, and would be an overall amazing experience.

Since then, the conversation has floated through my head a couple times, but that was it. Last night, though, Robyn FBed me with links and questions.

It looks like I may actually do this thing.

Here's the rub........ I don't run. I mean, I can learn to, but I would basically be taking the next 5 1/2 months to learn.

According to the rules, you need to pace at a 16-minute mile. When I'm on the treadmill, I walk a little faster than a 15-minute mile. I've gone as long as an hour (4.2 miles)..... which means I'm almost 1/3 of the way there. I'm not exactly starting from scratch. So, if I can work on distance, etc, I think it might be possible.

Are any of you runners or long-distance walkers/woggers?

Any thoughts on someone who doesn't run signing up for a half-marathon that is only 5 1/2 months away?

Am I crazy for even thinking about this?

An Open Letter to a Thief

That's right, a THIEF.

Do you remember my 300th Post Giveaway? The one where the winner got to choose one of three Vera Bradley pieces and they also won a $25 Panera gift card?

Well, my lovely friend Gina won.

She's never owned Vera before, so we had a great time going back and forth, while she was trying to decide which color she wanted the All-In-One Wristlet in.

She chose Cupcake Green. Now, it's been discontinued, but that is what EBay is for. I found a new with tags All-In-One Wristlet in Cupcake Green.

It was really pretty and I was so excited to put that, the gift card, and a note in the package to send to her. I even called her and left her a message, I was so excited.

Last night, I was at dinner with a couple of record reps and a couple of coworkers when my phone started vibrating. I saw it was "Gina - Blogger" and immediately excused myself. I literally ran from the back of the Chili's because I was so excited to speak with her and hear if she liked the wristlet.

"Jess, I don't know how to say this, but the only thing in the package was your nice card."

I almost cried right there on the sidewalk in front of Chili's.

We spoke for a few minutes about the injustice of this all.

No, I didn't insure it. Does insurance cover thievery?

Who DOES that? Who takes the wristlet and the gift card, but leaves the note to be delivered?!?!?!

I still want to cry about it, but I'm also mad.

My aunt is an upstanding, hard-working employee of the Postal Service. She and thousands of other people take care of our letters and packages, delivering them without problem.

Someone out there is working against that mission and it ticks me off.

Gina won, fair and square.

To you, nasty Postal Worker, you didn't win fair and square. You don't deserve the Wristlet in Cupcake Green OR the Panera Gift Card.

I'm not done with this. I'm filing a complaint with the United States Postal Service. Because, this is wrong.

An open letter to men in bars (or other social settings)

Dear single men (or any man hoping to get some),

For the ones with short attention spans...... if you want to get with one woman, don't flirt with another.

I can explain further..... but if you start to fade, just remember.... if you want to get with one woman, don't flirt with another.

I'll be honest. I don't spend a whole lot of time in bars. They really aren't my scene. Tonight proved why.

See, it started out as an event in our downtown. A family affair. A certain FD kept asking me if I was going to be there since my station would be there. I wasn't planning on it, but after the 4th time he asked today, I thought, Sure, why not.

So, I go down there and meet up with my coworkers and FD.

In the midst of the group, FD attempts to "hang out" but he keeps getting side-tracked. A big social butterly is FD. We've done this before. FD presses me to come "hang out" and then basically leaves me standing while he chats it up with other people. Then, when I got to leave he's all like, "Oh man, we didn't get to hang out."

Well, I've been here for like two hours. It's not like I'm stopping to say Hi. You chose to talk to every Tom, Dick, or Harry that walks by.

Anyway, so I'm used to this.

Then Miss Blue Shirt walks up. Apparently, FD and MBS had gone out once before. So, they chat for a while. She walks away.

Everyone decides to walk to dinner. Suddenly, MBS and her two friends show back up and they come with.

At this point, I see the writing on the wall and basically give up trying to "hang out" or anything else with FD.

MBS doesn't even eat. She just sits. The friends had gone away and then they come back. It's pretty clear that they are hoping she'll make the decision to either leave with them or tell them that she's going to stay awhile and will be ok without them. MBS makes a good effort to join the group of people that she doesn't actually know and still keep in her friends' conversation.

After dinner, they want to walk down to the bar. This is typically where Jess heads out. I'm not really a bar girl. However, I get talked into coming.

We get there (I'm not even pretending to talk with FD and he's too busy playing super guy with the other three to notice). I order a drink.... one of my semi-coworkers buys it for me which was super nice.

Then, I stand against the wall and start to watch.

It's very entertaining.

You had your token drunk woman who was poorly dressed and was dancing around very UN-sexily.

You had your frat boys (or former frat boys) who casually flirted, but mainly wanted to hang with the boys.

You had your girls who clearly were hoping to get picked up.

You had your table of coeds that flirted with each other in friendliness and would either help or hinder any soul who ventured to the table, depending on what was wanted by the target.

Then, you had FD, MBS, her friends, and the rest of us.

Poor MBS' friends. They were sitting on stools, not drinking ANYTHING, and so obviously wanted to be gone. You could almost hear them say to MBS, "Really, make up your mind. Either you still need us or you don't. We want to get home or just to anywhere but here."

You had MBS who would talk with FD when he was paying attention to her. Then, when he wasn't, she'd turn to her friends so she wasn't standing there by herself.

You had FD who came over to me once or twice to "make sure I was having fun"..... did his best to win the friends over (the fact that they hadn't left doesn't bode well for him)..... flirted up a storm with MBS while trying to be cool about it...... and continued to talk with every single female he came into contact with.

Please keep in mind..... FD is a nice guy. He really, honestly is. But, he definitely has the flirting gene. And, he hasn't yet perfected the art of making a woman feel like she's the only one he's interested in (whether or not he actually is).

At one point, I leaned over to one of our mutual friends and said, "Um.... if he wants her, I can tell him several things that he's doing wrong."

Not only with her, but with me, too. Like I said, I see the writing on the wall with this one.

I made my observations known. Then, said mutual friend called him over and started reaming him out. She told him exactly what I'd just said and more.

After that, I looked at my watch and noticed it was 10pm. Thankfully, the semi-coworker who bought my drink announced he was leaving and asked if any of the ladies wanted an escort back to their cars. I took that as my cue to leave.

If it wasn't a little ewww, I would want to know if MBS ever actually decided to commit to the evening.

Because, really, as nice as FD is, when you're turning your back to him in order to talk with your friends because he's talking to two "girls he went to high school with" it's probably not worth it.

Oh.... and, as I left, he hugged me good-bye and told me he'd call me in the morning to let me know whether or not he could meet me and a mutual friend for lunch. Because, the whole time all of this was going on, mutual friend was texting us both to try to set up lunch.

And, THAT was my Friday evening.

So boys..... if you're still or ever were reading... the moral of the story is this..... if you want to get with one woman, don't flirt with another.

A bat, a ball, and no depth perception

Hello. My name is Jessica. I suck at sports.

No, no..... do not try to tell me that I'm being modest or that I'm just being cute. I'm not asking for a vote of confidence, either.

I suck at sports.

 I always have and always will.

I am ok with this.

In PE, our 10th grade coach once lectured us because we were purposely getting out for Dodgeball (we had played nothing but for about two months straight and were tired of it). She started yelling at us and said, "Next year, you won't have PE! And, you're going to miss it! When you are sitting in your classroom and are looking outside, you are going to wish you had a PE class."

We sat there and listened, and I thought to myself, "Lady, you are crazy. I will NEVER miss PE."

I was right. I never did.

Because, I suck at sports. I blame it on being left-handed.

Think about it........ all my coaches were trying to teach me how to do things the right-handed way, when I am a TRUE lefty. As in, I do everything left-handed..... some people write with their left, but do everything else with their right. Not me, I do absolutely everything the left-handed way. Even when I'm doing a workout class or video and the trainer says, "Right, left, right, left." I will catch myself going left, right, left, right.

Anyway..... the point is..... I suck at sports and was fine with it.

Until two of my so-called best friends decided I needed to play on their work's softball team. Our city has a coed league and they started a team.

So, they recruited me.

Seriously?

I protested. I told them I sucked. I warned them that I have absolutely NO idea when I go to hit or catch a ball if I am within the actual vicinity of the ball.

They told me I was lying and bought me a team shirt.

See..... I'm fine with the fact that I suck at sports because I danced and cheered for my entire life. I'm athletic in that way. If you ask me to throw a person in the air and catch them, I'm golden. If they kick me in the face as they are coming down, I will STILL catch them. I once danced in a recital with a broken shoulder. So, that has always been my thing and I'm ok with it.

Then, I got put on a friggin softball team.

Do you know that I have been praying for rain every Tuesday?

It worked for a couple weeks and then God told me to put on my big girl panties and get out there.

So, I did.

I do suck. My teammates are quickly finding this out. But, I'm trying my darndest.

I've even hit the ball a couple times. My next step is to make it to first base without getting out.

Baby steps, people, baby steps.

One degree of Kevin Bacon

Seriously..............

... um, yeah. That's Kevin Bacon.

He and his brother have a band and were performing at our local theatre. They came by the radio station to do interviews on two of the stations.

J interviewing the Bacon Brothers....

I mean, really.... KEVIN BACON!!!!!!!

Michael Bacon, J, and Kevin Bacon

S's turn!

S with the Bacon Brothers...

Michael Bacon and I

One more time, for posterity.....

Um, a little less sunshine please

I live in The Sunshine State.... I'm used to heat and humidity. I get it and mainly don't mind it. That's what A/C is for, really.

From about May until September, life is (or is supposed to be) like this.......

Then, when October comes around, the humidity lifts and there's a slight drop in temperature. Ahhhhhh..... Fall. It's unlike Fall in the rest of the country, but it's still Fall.

Except that it isn't, right now. Today is October 9 and it was 95 degrees. Yesterday was 94 degrees. That. Is. Un. Acceptable.

I so desperately want to stop feeling like this.....

Rudeness personified.....

Seriously, Kanye? Was that really necessary?

UGH.....

You go, Taylor.

And, Beyonce....... way to be a class act.

Um... eww

So, a while ago, Mojito Maven posted about digusting sweat puddles at the gym. It was one of those posts that resonate so much that you think of it every time you see a pool of sweat.

Well, I've actually experienced something even more putrid.

Today, I'm at the gym and the only available Elliptical machine is in between two men. One is breathing rather heavily. The other is sweating profusely.... enter the sweat puddle. I promised myself that I would put on my IPod and just stare straight ahead, ignoring my neighbors.

Then, I start smelling something. It was rather strong. It smelled a lot like Body Odor.

Yes. One of those men had not worn deodorant. I spent 30 minutes trying desperately to breathe through my mouth. I also did everything possible not to outright gag.

Ewwww.

Wes from The Bachelorette....

I really hope he does make it in the business. I hope he gets to the point of going on a radio tour. I hope I get the opportunity to tell him what an absolute tool he is!

I get it... he has dreams of a singing career. But, to use someone who has legitimate feelings for you? On national television? Not cool, Wes.... not cool.

What does he think? That people who work "in the business" aren't watching?

Really, Wes? You don't think that your actions are going to come back to bite you in the butt?

Well, if they don't anywhere else, they certainly will should I ever get to meet him.

Little fact about radio..... when an artist gets signed on a label, they usually go on what's called a radio tour. They go around the country, meeting stations and performing for them. Usually, there is an album or a single coming out. Basically, they are there to get us to like them and their music, so that we'll play them when their songs come out.

Another little fact about radio... only about 1 in 10 of the artists/groups we meet actually get their music played on our station. If that. Most of the people we meet, you'll never hear of in your life. Sadly, some of the coolest people, don't make it.

If you ever hear of a group called Due West or a singer named Jerrod Neimann... buy their album. Please. Seriously, DW are some of the coolest guys, ever. And, Jerrod is freaking hot... and fun to hang out with, lol.

All that to say.... I hope Wes comes out on a radio tour and is one of those 9 in 10... just so I can scold him for being such a jerk, lol.

Show me the money!

I was a substitute teacher for 4 years. The school board for which I worked had a Social Security Alternative Plan for its part-time employees. Basically, the money that would normally be taken out for SS was put into an account.

When I first became a sub, they said that after 90 days of not subbing, you're taken out of the system. Meaning.... you are no longer employed by the School Board. They said that once that happens your money would then be mailed to you.

You can imagine how much moolah I've accumulated in 4 years. It's a nice chunk of change. About twice a year, they've sent me a statement with the amount. About twice a year, I've become excited over the growing stash.

Well, the last day I subbed was January 13th. Clearly, I'm no longer employed by the school system. I've been wondering when I'd get my nice little check in the mail. Today, I called about it and they told me they have to send me a form to fill out. Once I fill out the form, it will take 60-90 days for them to release the funds.

Oh, come on!

Grrrrr.....

I'm very irritated, right now.

We're doing a promotion with a fairly big company. I sent in the proposal about two months ago.

Well, Monday morning, I get tickets in the mail from said company. Apparently, the promotion got approved.... only, they neglected to tell us that. I immediately ran upstairs to my office to pull up the proposal to see when this was supposed to run.

6/5 - 6/19.

Whew.... Still cutting things close, because this company requires approval on EVERYTHING. But, at least the promotion wasn't supposed to already be running.

I spent about an hour on Monday writing up production orders and getting all my little ducks in a row, so that everyone would have a couple days to get things done. Even if they waited until Wednesday, I'd still have time to get it approved.

Well, the week goes on and I start getting things turned in and approved. Looks like we're good to go.

Then, about 45 minutes ago, I get a call from our Traffic Director. She had a question about the Time Order I turned in.

It was a rather inane question, but I answered it.

Then, I started thinking.....

Why is she asking me a question about an order that was supposed to start about 15 hours ago?

I went into the two studios that this promotion affected to look at the logs.

It was nowhere on there.

That's effing fabulous.

The promos that were supposed to be running all day today, never ran. At best, they'll start running tomorrow. That's if she puts it in correctly.

I haven't yelled. I calmly went to my computer and started typing a blog.

I would chalk it up to a simple human error (we all make them). However, she's done this to 3 other people in the past 2 weeks.

I'm seriously annoyed, right now. If my graphics and IT people.... and the promo production people... can get all of their stuff together in 3 1/2 days, then she should be able to log it in during that time.

Grrrrr.

SERIOUSLY?!?! This is why I love Grey's.

I just finished the season finale of Grey's Anatomy and I'm still completely floored.

Two whole hours lead up to the last three minutes. You think everything is wrapping up SO nicely for a warm and fuzzy summer. You're sad because it's going to take 4 more months for you to get another dose of your favorite Seattle Gracians. But, it's ok, because things are coming together.

THEN, it all gets flipped upside down, turned on its ear, and all other crazy phrases in the last 3 minutes. All you can do is just stare at the screen in shocked amazement (with a few gasps and screams thrown in).

I seriously don't even know what just happened.

Shonda Rimes is a friggin genius.

When will September be here, again?

I'm sorry, but aren't you married?

Happy Monday!

Ok, so a slightly odd thing happened to me the other day. I was working (not the unusual part) and met a guy, who is affiliated with work. The atmosphere at the event I was at was fairly casual and everyone was having a great time. This guy and I started chatting.... he used to work in Promotions (not at my company) and found out that I just became the Promotions Director. We were getting along great, but I thought nothing of it. Everyone was getting along and we were talking work.

Later on in the evening, I left the room that everyone was in to collect my things. He casually followed me and playfully tried to dissuade me from leaving. Then, he was asking me how to get from where we were to another location in the area (he's from out of state). I answered his questions and we both joined the rest of the group in the other room. Again, I didn't really think much of it.

Then, after saying my goodbye's, I left. Well, said guy follows me out to my car. Now, I'm actually starting to get puzzled (yes, I realize slow on the uptake). So, he has this digital camera that doubles as a video camera and he's recording me, as he's asking all of these questions. Weird.

Then, he proceeds to out-and-out hit on me. Huh?

Aren't you married? Wait, yes, you are.

Oh, but your wife is in a different state than the one you are currently visiting. Well, then, my mistake. Suuuurrrrre, let's go out.

Seriously?!?!

I was dumbfounded the entire drive home. I mean, I'm not married, but I do take marriage seriously. And, where in the world would anyone get the idea that I would be willing to be a part of marital infidelity? Obviously, this guy doesn't know me too well.... but, really, I don't think I come across as the mistress type.

And, being honest.... were he not married, I would probably have been interested. He seemed nice, he was cute, and we got along really well. However, that whole being married thing sort of puts the kabosh on me ever going there.

I found out later that he went out with someone else who happened to be there (not related to work). Glad it worked out for him in the end..... hopefully, his wife gets a clue. I don't even know the woman, but I seriously feel for her.

One of my favorite bloggers, Mrs. Newlywed, blogged about a slightly similar situation a while back. I don't get people. Where do they get the idea that cheating on your spouse is ok?

And, where do they get the idea that just because you are single means you're willing to pretend that someone, who isn't, is?

My "try not to think about work" Saturday

Ok, I have a confession..... I'm a workaholic. Period. I just am. If you've read my blog, at all... you should know this. I believe it's one of the pitfalls of doing what I love.

With the exception of one yucky job I had, I've been blessed to always enjoy whatever job I had. Teaching dance, working at a dance shoe/clothing store, babysitting/nannying, substitute teaching, working at the station, etc. I've enjoyed all those. And, I usually enjoy the people I work with. Of course, there is the grind of working, at times. But less so than people who absolutely HATE what they're doing.

Anyway, because I like what I do, it doesn't always feel like work. And, therefore, I sometimes go overboard. As this was the first "official" week on the job (keep in mind, I've been acting as the Promotions Director for a month.... and, have been working in that office and at the station, for 3 1/2 years), it was a really, really crazy week.

For all intents and purposes, I was out of the office for 4 days in a row. Wed, Thurs, and Fri of last week was dedicated to the Radiothon. Then, on Monday, I had two meetings in the morning. As soon as the Dept. Head meeting was over, I headed over to the Strawberry Festival Parade. Long story short, I had to be in it. I didn't get back to the station until 3.... so, yet another day of not being in the office. Then, on Wed, our Promotions meeting (which is usually only about 30 mins) last an hour and a half. Thursday, I was at a monthly event from 5am until 11am. Basically, it was a lot of catch up.

So, with my schedule this week and my tendency towards working too much, I've tried not to think about it this weekend. Yeah.... not doing so great there. I checked my work email this morning to find an email from one of my salespeople.... we have a big promotion coming up and the agency sent us a contract, on Tuesday. I emailed the salesperson on Friday to see if he had sent it back. I get an email saying, "No. I thought you might."

Now, why in the world would I sign and notorize a contract that had HIS name on it? So, now I'm going to have to scramble to make sure everything is caught up on Monday.

And, I keep waiting for an email from one of our promoters. He was supposed to send us a press release on Friday for a Monday morning announce. Still haven't heard from him. And, it's slightly stressing me out.

..... Because, I'm working the overnight shift tomorrow night. No one could do it and so the PD asked me to bail him out. So, I'm working from midnight until 5am. Then, I come back to work at 8:30 and have to stay until my Monday meetings are over. I'm supposed to be able to leave after that, but all the salespeople are in the office on Mondays.... so, I have the sneaking suspicion that I won't be able to get out of there like I'm supposed to.

So, besides slightly stressing and blogging about work, what have I been doing today?

I laid around and caught up on "All My Children." Then, I walked 4 miles and did Pilates for an hour, which felt AMAZING. I so desperately need to get back into an everyday, hardcore workout routine. I then went out with a friend to see "He's Just Not That Into You" for the second time (still like that movie and want to be the exception). Now, I'm watching Harry Potter on ABC Family.

Tomorrow, I plan on going to church. Then, I get to have lunch with one of my best friends, Shannon. We have been friends since 10th grade. Even though we live only about 7 miles from one another, we haven't been able to spend time together since like October. Shannon is a fabulous lawyer and works out of town. I'm really looking forward to some chat time with her.

Ash, Myself, Shannon, and Meg... at Shannon's wedding

After lunch, I plan on cleaning a little and then resting for the overnight shift.

Please cross your fingers and pray that I'm able to get everything done that needs to be done while I'm on the air. Also, please pray that Monday morning goes well so that I can go home and SLEEP.

Have a great Sunday!!!

Alrighty.... so maybe not....

Remember how last night, I was going to work on being sweet, congenial, and happy-go-lucky, all the time?

Yeah, then I went to work.

I work PT at the radio station, but I have a desk and computer. I, at times, have to share with some of the interns that come in, but basically I've got my own little corner in the Promotions office.

Well, we have a new officemate. Whatever, that's fine. Only, she has decided that she doesn't like "the clutter" in our office. So, she's decided to clean house.

For the past two years, I've been raising a little farm of McDonald's Happy Meal toys. When you first walk in the office, they've been on top of a filing cabinet. EVERYONE plays with the toys. It's almost a conversation piece.... a little fun for the office. She mentioned to me about a week ago, "Say good-bye to your little toys." I told her that she could do whatever she wanted with everything else on the cabinet, but the toys were staying.

I came in today and my toys are gone. I looked around and she had put them in a grocery bag and placed the bag by my desk. I'm slightly livid, right now. Like, I'm trying really hard not to go off.

It's not even about the toys. They're stupid children's items. It's the prinicple of the matter!!! She's been in the office for less than two weeks and she's decided that none of us matter? It's rude! Especially after she was told by me AND the Promotion's Director to leave them alone.

I know it's petty and stupid, but I'm fuming.

And, now, I'm off to go put them back in their rightful place.........