Not really...but that just sounds so much more exciting than having heat exhaustion and really bad allergies oh and a touch of grumpiness.
I'm back from camp, I survived and I had a great time!
I'm bug-bitten and sunburnt, but for those kids...it was worth it.
I promise to blog about it soon, but I want to sit down and actually think it through. The transition has been a bit much to handle- going from chasing 8th graders around and then back to the crazy world of Pier 1.
I realized I needed a moment to think and process everything that happened.
I realized this as I awoke from my allergy drug-induced walking coma 12' in the air with a dining chair over my head.
I realized this as I broke some really pretty martini glasses
I need to slow down.
So, dear readers, allow me to take a breath and I will soon regale you with tales of eyeliner, 30 minute relationships, devil children, cheating and killer mosquitoes that you are anxiously awaiting.
PS: Guess who the new assistant manager in training is at Pier 1? Oh yes, that would be me. :-)
It's nice to finally feel appreciated!
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Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Old thoughts for a new blog...
Thank you to those of you who responded to my last post. I appreciate your opinions.
A glass of Riesling and a few Pop-Tarts later and I fired off a reply to the email that was causing me the internal honesty debate. Perhaps I was too brutal, perhaps I was too nice. Either way I feel that my decision to be open about the situation will benefit everyone in the long run.
No more lying to boys. It's time to take my relationships more seriously.
I need another glass of wine.
Pardon me for a minute.
Meanwhile, back at the Pier 1 ranch...
Tonight, I became a Pier 1 pirate. My regional manager, store manager and assistant manager decided it would be a great idea for me to learn how to adjust the spotlights and hang graphic panels. So basically that involves me climbing to the "this is not a step" top of a 12' ladder with a screw-driver in my teeth to brave the red-hot light bulbs and try not to electrocute myself in the process.
Half way through the process I debated singing a few sea chanties just to pass the time.
Bad ass.
During one of my trips up the ladder I overheard my manager talking to the regional manager about how I might possibly be getting an assistant manager position at the end of the summer. Wow. Later, the regional manager complimented me on my willingness to work hard.
This is a throw back to a blog entry I wrote on my last blog (after Dr. Esposito complimented my beautiful karma), but tonight I was reminded just how nice it is to be complimented on my actions. It's easy to tell someone that they're attractive or that the outfit they are wearing looks cute. But beauty fades and clothes will be destroyed by time. Our actions, our karma...that's what lasts. That is what will endure.
I think I'm going to make an effort (again) to compliment others on their actions. Hopefully it will be as meaningful to them as it has been for me.
But if you'll excuse me, I have to go work on deflating my ego a bit.
A glass of Riesling and a few Pop-Tarts later and I fired off a reply to the email that was causing me the internal honesty debate. Perhaps I was too brutal, perhaps I was too nice. Either way I feel that my decision to be open about the situation will benefit everyone in the long run.
No more lying to boys. It's time to take my relationships more seriously.
I need another glass of wine.
Pardon me for a minute.
Meanwhile, back at the Pier 1 ranch...
Tonight, I became a Pier 1 pirate. My regional manager, store manager and assistant manager decided it would be a great idea for me to learn how to adjust the spotlights and hang graphic panels. So basically that involves me climbing to the "this is not a step" top of a 12' ladder with a screw-driver in my teeth to brave the red-hot light bulbs and try not to electrocute myself in the process.
Half way through the process I debated singing a few sea chanties just to pass the time.
Bad ass.
During one of my trips up the ladder I overheard my manager talking to the regional manager about how I might possibly be getting an assistant manager position at the end of the summer. Wow. Later, the regional manager complimented me on my willingness to work hard.
This is a throw back to a blog entry I wrote on my last blog (after Dr. Esposito complimented my beautiful karma), but tonight I was reminded just how nice it is to be complimented on my actions. It's easy to tell someone that they're attractive or that the outfit they are wearing looks cute. But beauty fades and clothes will be destroyed by time. Our actions, our karma...that's what lasts. That is what will endure.
I think I'm going to make an effort (again) to compliment others on their actions. Hopefully it will be as meaningful to them as it has been for me.
But if you'll excuse me, I have to go work on deflating my ego a bit.
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