Today is my last day of work before 2 weeks of glorious vacation time. I'm so excited!!!
Plans include going home to visit my mom and sister (and introducing the boy to the family for the first time), hopefully some midweek skiing, possibly a day trip to the coast, and besides that... lazy sleeping in and relaxing. Lots of movies, and lots of snuggle time. I can't wait. :-)
This day can't be over fast enough!
Friday, January 23, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
I Love Skiing
It was 50 degrees on Mt. Hood this weekend. Who ever heard of spring ski conditions in January?! I got to wear my soft shell jacket and my dark tinted goggle lens, and for once I was too warm instead of too cold. I took the boy up to Cascade Express for his first time -- it runs to 7300 ft., higher elevation than any other lift at Mt. Hood Meadows. The view was spectacular.
We had a great day on the mountain. Then we came home and crashed early, feeling very satisfied. :)
Incidentally... it's hard to kiss wearing goggles.
We had a great day on the mountain. Then we came home and crashed early, feeling very satisfied. :)
Incidentally... it's hard to kiss wearing goggles.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Vent
So much emphasis is put on "the process".
What if the process fails? Do you patch it on the fly as problems arise? Or do you sit down in a post mortem and figure out how to fix the process on a more permanent basis?
What if the process fails because the people involved don't/can't/won't follow it properly? Do you adjust the process to fit the people, or do you expect the people to adjust themselves to fit the process? What if the people are incapable of adjusting? What if multiple attempts have already failed?
When your job title includes the word "analyst", doesn't that mean you're expected to analyze something? Like, actually put some thought into it? Maybe even do a little research?
Should I be expected to take someone seriously when they tell me how things should work, when I know full well that they have no clue?
[sigh]
I'd have to get too specific if I listed out the rest of my complaints. Suffice to say that I am particularly irritated today.
Fortunately, I arrived at work early, which means I get to leave early. Let's hope I make it until 5:30 without ripping somebody's head off and squishing it under the sole of my shoe.
What if the process fails? Do you patch it on the fly as problems arise? Or do you sit down in a post mortem and figure out how to fix the process on a more permanent basis?
What if the process fails because the people involved don't/can't/won't follow it properly? Do you adjust the process to fit the people, or do you expect the people to adjust themselves to fit the process? What if the people are incapable of adjusting? What if multiple attempts have already failed?
When your job title includes the word "analyst", doesn't that mean you're expected to analyze something? Like, actually put some thought into it? Maybe even do a little research?
Should I be expected to take someone seriously when they tell me how things should work, when I know full well that they have no clue?
[sigh]
I'd have to get too specific if I listed out the rest of my complaints. Suffice to say that I am particularly irritated today.
Fortunately, I arrived at work early, which means I get to leave early. Let's hope I make it until 5:30 without ripping somebody's head off and squishing it under the sole of my shoe.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
The Eighth
The day you came home, I was so excited and anxious. I got up early, cleaned my apartment, showered, made myself look pretty.
I didn't know what to expect. Would we be close or distant? Would it be comfortable like before, or awkward and weird? Even as I wondered, I already knew the answer.
I didn't know what time you would arrive in town, or if I would see you right away. Maybe I wouldn't see you for a couple days. It didn't matter, I was prepared to wait as long as necessary.
Late that night, I started to get sleepy. I hadn't heard from you, and I figured you were busy with family and friends, so I went to bed. Maybe tomorrow, I thought. But then you sent me a text message. I jumped out of bed so fast!
And there you were, standing at my door. After all that time away, you still wanted to see me. You held onto me so tightly. I wanted you to always hold onto me and never let me go.
Since that night, I've been yours.
I always will be.
I didn't know what to expect. Would we be close or distant? Would it be comfortable like before, or awkward and weird? Even as I wondered, I already knew the answer.
I didn't know what time you would arrive in town, or if I would see you right away. Maybe I wouldn't see you for a couple days. It didn't matter, I was prepared to wait as long as necessary.
Late that night, I started to get sleepy. I hadn't heard from you, and I figured you were busy with family and friends, so I went to bed. Maybe tomorrow, I thought. But then you sent me a text message. I jumped out of bed so fast!
And there you were, standing at my door. After all that time away, you still wanted to see me. You held onto me so tightly. I wanted you to always hold onto me and never let me go.
Since that night, I've been yours.
I always will be.
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