Style

Well, it's Tuesday and I'm still in Saturday. I'm here, but really I'm not. The only thing that has made this day real is my excitement over having a bundle of pink bubble wrap that I got out of an empty box at work. You never know when that stuff will come in handy and it's so pretty unlike the plain clear kind.

When I mail stuff, I mail in style.

Trickery

Recently, this committee that I sit on at work had an election for new chair, co-chair and treasurer.

The new treasurer is finding out that there are many things unaccounted for in the budget and so when the former chair, co-chair and treasurer were asked about it, it seems all three of these women lost their files.

Wow! Coincidence? I think not, ladies and gentlemen.

The former chair has quit altogether and no longer works for the company, the co-chair resigned from the committee, and the treasurer, whose balls are bigger than I've ever seen on a woman, has stayed on with the committee and is now the co-chair.

I was urged by my friend, who is the new treasurer, to volunteer for the position of co-chair, but I declined feeling wiped out with all the projects that I was just completing and at that time even considering resigning from the committee simply because I did not like the way things were being run. Now I wish I would have volunteered for the position.

As far as doing anything about all of the trickery that has been going on for the past two years, we need proof, all of which went bye-bye with the destroyed files.

Of course, never one to stay silent, I let my feelings be known in our last meeting by voicing them aloud laced with disbelief, disgust and sarcasm; "You mean to tell me that all three of you lost your files?!"

Ya gotta love it.

The Rock

My sister, step-mother and myself go shopping. When we walk up to the department store, we see a radio station van and giveaways are being handed out. My sister lives for these moments. So at her urging we head to the van. As we get there a man tells us to reach in a plastic canister where there are pieces of white paper and to pull one out. My sister goes first and gives a squeal.

"Free CD," the paper reads. He hands my sister a CD.

My step-mother goes next, reads her paper and promptly hands it to the man. She wins a tee-shirt.

When it's my turn, I reach into the canister and pull out my piece of paper. I glance at it and with a frown, I look up at the man while feeling my sister and step-mother looking at me expectantly.

"Mine's blank," I tell the man.

"Oh," he says. "You don't win anything."

"Hey, I live in this town and they're only visiting," I say indicating my sister and step-mother. "I'm a listener and support the station!" I continue indignantly.

"Sorry," the man says with a shrug.

"Great," I mutter as I walk off and head into the store.

"Karen always gets the rock," my sister explains to Jean, our step-mother, as they both follow me into the store.

Remember the Peanuts Halloween Special when the characters go trick-or-treating and Charlie Brown never gets candy, but instead, a rock?

Need I say more?

Refreshing

I've been looking for something that I will never find simply because it doesn't exist. I was caught up in trying to recapture a passion and desire that I had experienced a few years back and just recently realized that it wasn't about finding the man that could give it to me; rather, it was about having it within myself the same way that I had experienced it. Well, the experience changed me - I am not the same woman I was when it happened. My outlook on life has changed because of it. I learned many things; some ugly and some beautiful. I am not saying that I won't ever experience again the passion and desire. It just won't be the same.

I've been so busy trying to recapture what was and is now gone that I left an important part of myself out of what is today. I know this reads trite like a bad novel, but it's my story.

So, I've grown up another level, and let me tell ya, it's quite refreshing.

Coffee Breaks

So, here I am at work sitting with a cup of coffee at my side (dark roast laced with rich cream) and listening to classical music.

I love coffee breaks.