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Pot O Gold!

I’ve been out of commission on a business trip that required 16 hour days. I’m back, and went to grab some money from the change jar to buy myself a cup of coffee this morning since I’m back to being office-level addicted to the stuff.  Why buy coffee?  Did the Home Office decide to throw the budget out the window because there is a steady paycheck?  Hell no, it’s just that someone broke the coffee pot*

The change jar is always magically full of quarters. However, on this morning…

WTF, nothin but copper!

Looks like someone has been dipping into petty cash while I’ve been away.  Investigation is pending.

* When I heard the coffee pot drop, my thought wasn’t “Oh no, the coffee pot!” or “I hope no one got hurt in there”, but rather “Thank god it wasn’t me.” Also, now we are faced with buying a new pot even though we are going to register for a new coffee machine. If anyone wants to step up and get us a preemtive new coffee maker, stainless steel with a decanter that keeps it warm, give a shout out hehe

Dios Mio!

FACT: H is 5’7″, with red hair and fair skin. She also drove our tiny rental car around the small towns in Mexico.

FACT: The average height of a Mexican woman is 5’1″  . During our journey we didn’t witness one other woman driving.

For much of our time exploring Mayan Mexico, locals (mostly children) stared at us. They were particularly awestruck by H. I nicknamed her La Roja Diabla.

the legend grows of the 7 foot tall Ginger who drove Senor W across the Yucatan!

 

Mexcellent beach reading

I figure we’ll do a recap of the Mexico trip in drips and drabs.  It was pretty great, and a good blend of “real” Mexico and swim up bars.

One of the reoccurring vacation arguments pertained to our individual choices in beach reading:

I read the latest issues of People and Us Weekly (or “the news” as I like to call it) and W read Blackwater . Look at him, does he look relaxed?  He kept trying to give me updates, too.  “Do you know that the parents of the soldiers dragged through the streets in Fallujah had to sue Blackwater to get information…”  I was like, can we please stick to more vacation level conversation, like how the Duggar baby is doing?

So for every horrific mercenary story I gave him a gossip magazine story. He eventually stopped.  He better hope what Heidi Montag’s mother thinks about her plastic surgery doesn’t come up in dinner party conversation, he’ll be woefully unprepared.

Moooooove

I start a new job tomorrow. Kinda. In that I’ve worked there before.

Earning me the new Home Office nickname “Grover Cleveland” in reference to his nonconsecutive reigns of presidency

It’s a bit of a different role so I’m not completely reliving the past. And I’ll be already established socially, so I hear there is already a Happy Hour planned on my behalf for my first day to help me ease myself back into the day to day.

W and I were laughing anticipating IT telling me I’ll have to change my email address to say something like ‘2’ at the end because my original email address was deactivated in the system.  “I’m sorry, there could only be one email address for each particular name, and yours is deactivated. What, would you like us to change our whole IT system to accommodate you leaving the  company then coming back?”

This should be somethin!

Uno mas cerveza por favor

Thanks to the snowstorm, the staff of the Home Office is stuck in Mexico!  We’re glad we had the foresight to change our flight yesterday, as per the flight tracker we would have been at the Charlotte, NC Sheraton instead of the Westin Cancun.
 
 
It’s actually a bit stormy here too, but I was warned not to complain at all given what we’re missing at home and since I spent the day on an island drinking beer and eating seafood caught that morning under a palapa hut. In fact, i’m working on a blog post of Most Obnoxious Facebook Status Updates I could have Posted During Vacation if I had Access to Internet While being the Only Guest at a Remote Mexican Hacienda

 I miss my dogs!  kinda.

 

 

 

Donde esta El Home Office?

Hello. You’ve reached Live From the Home Office. We can’t take your call right now because we are redeeming Starwood points.

A la piscina at the hacienda. I will wax poetic about the Starwood Preferred Guest program another time.

In a classic white trashy move, at first hint of us having a regular income we are hightailing it to Mexico or a last chance time out. W asked if I was going to cash the first paycheck and buy a pinball machine. So los perros estan con nuestra familia and we are outie 5.

We are interested in testing out the Espanol– we have continued to take lessons with our teacher from Argentina via web cam.  In a great obnoxious side note, we therefore speak our limited spanish with an Argentine accent.  So no one will really understand what the F we’re saying.  The first half will be spent in a hacienda in a remote area. We are counterbalancing that with a few days in Cancun, where W is hoping to watch the Superbowl at Senor Frogs or in the comfort of our swim up bar of the good ol Westin.

I also have to do a fair amount of driving, since SOME PEOPLE never bothered to learn how to drive stick.

OK, better go before the health insurance runs out.

Leave a message at the beep.

Lone Wolf

I love how tech savy CNN has become. They want to be so hip with their Twitter pie charts and their Facebook polls. They are so in your face about how “with it” they are –  it’s uncomfortable.

hey Glenn Beck: interviewing people via satellite is so 2006

During the post State of the Union coverage, there were blackberries, multiple laptops, giant touch screens and a sensory overload of flashing images and graphics.  I am sure in 2 weeks, Larry King will be casually thumbing through his interview notes on an iPad.

Amongst this three ring circus of dynamic technology, there stood the ringleader – Wolf Blitzer -kicking it old school,  trusty white legal pad in hand.

screw the netbook, i got me a new Trapper Keeper and some looseleaf paper

Home Office VP Marketing

There is a Live From the Home Office #1 Fan who has a new job at a media company.  I don’t know if it’s because he’s the new guy, but his desk is immediately behind the chairs where they record the daily podcasts.  Meaning the whole world can see his computer screen.  It’s pretty funny, and we check it out to see what he’s up to, always hoping to catch him on ESPN.com.
 

So, for example, his screen is here. But closer. And bigger. How about a LiveFromTheHomeOffice.com shout out?

This is an official lobby for it. You’ll get the title of VP, Marketing, LiveFromTheHomeOffice.com. 

We told him that his desk placement gives him perfect opportunity to become a cult Internet hero.  How about dressing in a different color cape every day?  Wacky hat?  Just sitting there, doing your job as usual, but wearing a funny message on your back during the podcast taping.  The Buzz would propel those podcasts further than any New Media discusssion ever would!  If I had a choice between watching people debate the iPad from a site with just two guys on a set, or two guys on a set with the wacky Internet Marketer in the background, I’m choosing the latter.

Cmon!

Let me dust off my desktop Dilbert calendar

I went outside the home office today to interview. Nice enough company with some good people but I am not certain if I am ready to re-enter this kind of world.

As I was walked through the maze of 6 foot high gray cubicles, I overheard someone talking about fixing their PTO reports. Then the HR woman I was speaking to was interrupted by someone who wanted to clarify their use of floating holidays.


whatever a PTO report is, surely it requires a specific format & cover sheet

Not sure if they liked me or I liked them but I am too tired to think about it right now.

TGIF!

Here I come to save the day…

After reading the comment from my friend Colleen about how a focus group screener asked her what super power she’d like to have, I felt compelled to write about my own super power of choice, which I’ve been wishing for for about a solid 15 years now*

Duh duh-duh-duh---- It's Diarrhea Finger Man!

That’s right, my super power of choice is to be able to give someone diarrhea with just the point of the finger. It’s really the perfect power. Think about it:

  • It fights the bad guys: If someone is attacking you, robbing a bank, in a fight…  they’re going to have to stop whatever they’re doing because they just got a really bad case of diarrhea.  You really can’t do anything else if you know you’re about to crap your shorts.
  • It’s just the perfect level of evil to get back at someone who’s pissing you off: Your boss is making you stay at work late, that a-hole in the deli cut the line and is now being rude to the deli man,  that girl won’t get off of her cell phone, your boyfriend just cheated on you– with THAT bitch… GIVE EM ALL DIARRHEA!  It’s not going to kill them. But it’s really going to ruin their night.
  • It’s just funny.

Sometimes while driving I will actually go to give the guy who cut me off diarrhea finger*, and I get frustrated when I remember I don’t really have the power. Many have witnessed me curse the gods for not giving me the power when the situation is just so perfect for it. Did I ever wish diarrhea on you?  Hmmmm….. Maybe one day it just might work.

*Diarrhea finger was first conceptualized when I began driving and started learning about road rage. “OOOOOOH you A-hole, you just cut me the F off!  grrrrrrrr…. I hope you  get diarrhea…… NOW!”  [point finger]

This post is sounding very familiar, I think I blogged about it before. you know you’re old when.