Thursday, September 22, 2011

Secret Power

So many anecdotes, so little time.

My deepest apologies. I'm sure your life choices and philosophies depend on these short stories. I'll try a little harder.

For the ten minute block I have (that of course continues to be interrupted, leading me to immediately minimize this screen-remember that quick reflexes are important to survival) I will share with you a secret power we all possess.

It's called the power of song. What? Yes...

One of my favorite people (who keeps me on my toes, and one-ups just about every story I have to tell; fave in many ways) boldly shared the following: "Every time you wear those boots I think you should be on a motorcycle."

Internal: Um...okay. That's not exactly what I was going for (for the past 2 years that I've been wearing this particular pair!)

External: Begin singing.

I literally began singing. Don't ever underestimate the sweet sound of an alto.

Result: laughter. Who can continue acting smug while they're laughing? No one. Did I feel silly? Only for looking like I own a Harley.

But I can get past that.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Are you KIDDING me?

Welcome to a segment I like to call Are you kidding me? Sometimes, Are you FREAKING kidding me is actually more appropriate. Just depends on the day and matter at hand.

I used to experience many, many AYKM's in my personal life...they've mostly evolved into more work-related scenarios.

Although I haven't been in my current position (not upright in an Ergonomic chair, but current occupation rather) for all that long, I have been here long enough to make the following snide question pretty...snide.

When a certain student came into my office trying to get away with something (typical) she put her best foot forward with a prompt insult. "Hi...Sara right?" You can insert your name and repeat the question (which really isn't a question) if it'll provide you a more vivid picture. Did I mention there was a French accent involved? Yea. Whole 'nother level right?

While I snootily laughed and confirmed my name, I felt the desire for a bit of a stronger reaction...something that involved chucking mini Krakel bars from my candy jar at a particular femme grossiers.

She may not have the where-with-all to fully understand the consequences of her silly remark (I'm not calling it a question again)...but guess what little French Fry, when you make a point to walk into my office and pretend you don't know me, you just decided that you weren't going to get any more friendly-email-reminders about your incomplete file! That's right, from now email reminders are no longer going to be friendly. You just stepped on the All-Business-Train. Remember the smiley faces and peppy exclamation points?

They're gone now.

I'd mind my manners if I were you, otherwise the next stop could be Accidentally-losing-your-paperwork-Town!

Ya know my name now?