I am thankful it's Friday, but it is COLD in the ATL.
29 degrees this morning.
I can deal with this cold weather better than it being azz hot.
It was so cold last night that I made my yearly trek to my local beauty supply store and bought some cheap gloves, a scarf and a hat. Granted I don't spend much time outside, I have very little hair. I'm just trying to keep the heat from escaping from the top of my head. That is all.
This has been a quiet week at work. Not sure why. I have had much time to stare and pontificate.
My major goal was to get the job applications filled out. I am thankful for someone who set me down and walked me through the whole electronic process. I am old school, where I fill out stuff by hand. It's been 5 years since I applied for anything, and around here, things are so political that I just decided not to waste the time to do so. But management has run up on me so hard about it (yes, it is all still political), so I just do what I am told.
BUT, and this is a big but... my entire goal was to figure the system out so that I can apply for bigger things....
That was my goal. No, that is my goal. Period.
So that has been my accomplishment for the week. If you want to call it that.
Right now, I am more concerned about this cold weather. I don't want to even leave the house this weekend. But surely I will... Errands, errands, and more errands to run!
Picture of the Week. Some of us keep our supervisor's candy jar stocked up.
That's a lot of candy. I have learned that it keeps the traffic over in my cubicle for my candy stash down. And that's a good thing for me and my
Like I said, that' s a lot of candy. But that's not a candy jar. That's an old school candy dish.
I've been joning her out about it. "That look like something you stole from somebody's grandma!"
She gives me the hard eye roll. The extra hard eye roll.
I don't know where she got it. But I am sure it was not purchased brand new. That's from the thrift store or somebody's flea market!
As long as it holds candy, who cares. And if that candy dish falls off her desk, it will never break. That's how good that old school glassware is.
Song of the Week. I like REAL female rappers. Not sure what's going on with these sisters now, but it looks like they rapping for the dudes. And the vocabulary doesn't veer much from the use of the word "bitch". Not sure why they all wanna diss each other like that. And no, I don't want to see females near butt-nekked gyrating on the floor spitting sub-par rhymes. No...
I'd rather have some Nikki D... "Daddy's Little Girl"
I like a little storyline with my rap music. I'm just saying. Spin me a tale, please. Make me think.
That is it for me!
My boss is gone. I am in charge the rest of the day. Sigh. I have already gotten on the phone to make sure someone finishes up today. "I'm just trying to catch you before you go speeding down I-20, gal!" I holler.
Yes. I need the rest of the day to go smooth. No hiccups. Not while I am in charge. No ma'am. No sir.
I am looking forward to quitting time...
So I can get my weekend started...