I will be around this week for Anger Management. And since I won't be paying $22.00 for a cosmo,I'll have some extra money.
I am in a deep funk that I can't get out of, God I really, really hate February.,Esp. this one. Luckily it is coming to an end and the "High Holidays" are approaching. (Which brings me into a different kind of funk, oh well, isn’t it always something???????????
Anyone want to go somewhere nice this Thursday for Anger Management? Maybe in town for happy hour or something. Maybe we can pretend we are at the Waldorf. It always makes me feel better. I just need to feel better and start getting my life back on track, was really looking forward to this trip to NY.
I guess I should count my blessings though, the friend I was going with is back in the hospital battling a crazy, life-threatening disease, which is why we are canceling.. Whenever I get goofy and feel sorry for myself, I need to stop, stop, stop.......... and count my blessings.
Anyone have any ideas? Post them on the comments section and we can decide between all of us.
One of these weeks I will bring a laptop to Anger Management and have lessons on how to do this blogging thing.
It's pretty funny. Instead of putting comments on blog, you all e-mail me separately and I have to forward all. Mrs. Depp is the only one who has "The Knack".
Maybe we can have a guest speaker, someone who actually knows what they are doing, and not just winging it like I am. I just press buttons until something works. Sort of like how I learned to use the computer.
No joke......I actually talked myself into my job at PNC after being lunch, snack and homeroom mother for 15 years, I had to interview with about 15 people. I basically just told a bunch of BS, as they did me. By the 16th person, and hearing the same questions the 16th time. I decided to go for it. What did I have to loose? I didn't know it at the time, but the last was the head of the Department I was going to work for, head honcho. He asked me the same lame questions. I stopped him half way through and said something like this:
"Look, I am old, my degrees are pretty much worthless by now because the working world has changed so much since the last time I was in it.(Which was when Ronald Regan was in his first term as president), I have been home with kids for 15 plus years. My kids are now grown, so I won't have to call off for a lack of a babysitter, I am too old to party all night, so I won't call off for being hung over (All right, It was before Dan died and I went out about twice a year), I am alot smarter than the 15 previous people who interviewed me, so if they can do this, I think I am smart enough to figure it out.. I said a few other things I can't remember. But you guys get the gist of it.He looked at me at laughed, said he never had an interview go quite like that and he offered me the job. I started the following Monday.
Sorry, I rambled on there. Anyway, point of story, I went to dinner last week with old boss and he reminded me of the first day on the job . They showed me my desk with a nice new computer, got the tour of floor,got reintroduced to all that interviewed me. I sat at my new desk, after everyone left. I went out and found one of the Temps (Too embarrassed to ask anyone else, thought Temp would be gone in a week anyways, who cares what he thought of me). Brought him back to my new desk with the brand new computer and whispered "How in the hell do you turn this thing on?"
Took a while, but again, kept pressing buttons until something worked.
Moral of story, If I can learn this whole thing, so can you all because you're much smarter and computer literate than me.
So one of these week we will have blogging lessons.
You know what the hardest part of returning to the working world? THE PHONE, you needed an MBA to figure out the phone system.
Press 1 for your regular greeting.
To save, press #, to rerecord, press *, emergency greeting press......, retrieve messages, press 1024, to retrieve deleted messages, enter code,enter out of office code....enter computer code, enter.....enter......enter......Geeze, last time I worked for a living, they had rotary phones and a hold button. I kid you not,
Look how far I've come. Ms. Pussy Katz can attest to all the swearing while attempting to teach myself excel. That has not changed.
Oh well, I have really gotten off my point, sorry. Think of somewhere fun for Thursday,