Trying to find my way...

I'm baaacckk....

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Fri, 30 Mar 2007 02:24:00 +0000

After a month away, I have finally found something to post about.

I found this site called jobster.com. It is where you can answer questions about companies where you have worked. I took a look at the questions, and I just couldn't help but laugh as I answered each one with a response for Digital Dog, Inc. my old company.

So, since I am to much of a chicken to do so...I am putting it here for your enjoyment.

Q: What are the three best things about working at...?
1. The free alcohol
2. The pool table
3. The free alcohol

Q: What are you responsible for at...?
Depending on the day, the responsibilities were: Receptionist, secretary, mind-reader, janitor, baby-sitter (for the boss), customer relations, training, designing, coding, QC, beer fetcher, and scape-goat. Most of the time, I did them all everyday, but occassionally I got a break.

Q: How did you find your job at...?
Online, where else do you find jobs now a days?

Q: What's one of the projects you worked on at...?
A better question would be what project didn't I work on, I don't think there was one...

Q: What's the interview process like at...?
Basically....submit resume, talk to boss on the phone, come in, talk to boss face to face, respond appropriately to the following question: So, uh, do you mind people drinking alchohol on the job? (The appropriate answer is Hell no!!!! What time is beer thirty?) and TA-DA your hired!

Q: What's unique about working at...?
Well, I've never worked anywhere that mind-reading was a requirement for the job before.

Q: What did you learn along the way at...?
Well as mentioned above, my mind reading skills improved greatly. As did my skills at handling stress (you have no idea how much stress i can handle now!!!). I also learned how to work with a boss that could swing from ecstatically happy to depths of despair in 2.4 seconds flat. And finally, I learned to thrive on verbal abuse and veiled insults to my intelligence. I'm such a smart girl!! (gag me)

Q: What are the most challenging aspects of your job at...?
Dealing with a dictator boss who expected you to work your ass off 24-7 for a non-competitive salary, no bonus, and no advancement!! Oh and I can't forget, learning to deal with feeling like being a female was the reason for my non-advancement...maybe I should of just gotten a sex-change, maybe then I could of gotten somewhere.

Q: What's the best team you worked with at...? The Creative Dept was the absolute best. We were a well oiled machine...well, when the boss wasn't trying to play art director and micromanage.

Q: What advice would you give to a new employee at...? Take a mind reading class, read how to deal with mood-swinging assholes for Dummies, and enjoy the free beer....your going to need it.

Q: What do you miss most about ...? The free alcohol...duh! Oh and the pool table, can't forget the pool table.

Q: What's the funniest thing that ever happened to you at...? Funny....hmmm....yeah i got nothing...

Q: What's the toughest problem you've had to solve at...? To try and read, by his body language, what mood the boss was in when he hit the door. We need to know whether he was safe to talk to that day or not.

Q: What are people reading at...? Read...what are you thinking...that would waste precious billable time...

Q: What blogs are people reading at...? See above answer

Q: What's the secret to getting hired at...? Be really good at what you do, be willing to work yourself to death for it, be willing to be paid nothing to work yourself to death for it....oh and make sure you have no issues with alcohol flowing freely!

Yes, I am trying to be funny and yes I am a disgruntle ex-employee who had a very bad experience. I know others who feel the same way I do about the company. There may be some out there that don't, but unfortunately I haven't had the opportunity to meet them...If your out there, share you experiences!!!

Is this really something I want to hear my 8 year old say

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 03:04:00 +0000

"I won, I won, I won....I won at poker mommy!" Sigh..they grow up so fast...maybe starting this young she'll have enough winnings to cover her college tuition.

Be proud of me...

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Sun, 25 Feb 2007 03:01:00 +0000

I finally managed to take down my Christmas tree today. That's right...only 2 months late :). Its an accomplishment, don't' you dare laugh!

My day started with a bang

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Fri, 16 Feb 2007 17:52:00 +0000

Well, actually it was more of a crunch...but i digress from my story.

I stayed at N's last night and got up this morning and went outside to turn my car on to warm up. I drive a stick, so of course its in neutral, and I have the parking break on. I go back inside, get upstairs, and hear a very loud crunch...the crunch was my car hitting his garage door. Opppsss....I was so embarrassed! Luckily he can fix the door, I would of felt even worse if he couldn't, and my car hadn't had a new dent/ding in 3 months, it was due. He keeps telling me it is ok, he's just glad I'm not hurt and I know it is, but I still feel bad about it.

I secretly think cars have this secret vendetta against me. Everything that happens to me usually involves a car in some way :).

Got to love this

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Tue, 30 Jan 2007 20:08:00 +0000

I just got a comment on a story I posted back in July about my Escape from Hell...otherwise known as my departure from Digital Dog Inc.

Well surprise surprise today I get the following comment "It was well known your work was sub-par. You left before you were fired, get over yourself." And of course, its signed by Anonymous.

Now I don't know who anonymous is...but here is the deal. Don't be a coward and hide behind that title. If you have something to say to me...say it to my face, and prove your claims. Right before I told Larry I was quitting...he had told me that my job wasn't in jeopardy and I would continue doing the same things in the company I always had (one of the reasons I was in favor of quitting...but anyway) and he told me more than once during the following 2 weeks that if I needed to stay longer than 2 weeks he would be more than happy to extend my notice of departure.

So who ever you are...get over YOURself.

Today

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 16:17:00 +0000

Its Friday...and its a wonderful day....just thought I'd share :).

A Baby Story

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Wed, 24 Jan 2007 03:06:00 +0000

Warning - First time Mothers probably shouldn't read this. I typed it up for a pregnancy horror story competition on another site, and since I took the time, I figured I might as well post it.

I'm one of those people who didn't know she was pregnant until she got to the hospital. I went to prom 3 days before she was born in a size 8 dress (and yes i have the pictures to prove it :) ). But that's just where the story begins...

First, I went into labor on the bus. I was in labor all day at school, because I hated dealing with our secretary at school and didn't want to have to get her to call someone for me. My boyfriend took me home and when my mom got there, he left for his Boy Scout meeting. (go ahead, laugh I know you want to ).

We get to the hospital and they ask if I might be pregnant, and since I hadn't had my period in a while (the only actual sign I had, no morning sickness, no swollen feet, etc.), I said I guess. So, they slap a fetal monitor on my and you guessed it, a heartbeat.

Well then they think I'm really premature, so they start looking for Vanderbilt's Angel Flight number, and of course, our hospital has misplaced it. Well, then they call the Vandy switchboard, and they can't find it (I mean come on, its their medflight copter and they don't have the number). Anyway, while they are looking for that number. The hospital calls in about 5 or 6 doctors all for me ( a couple of OBGYN's, pediatricians, etc). They realize that my daughter is in distress, so I'm getting IV's, cathiders (sp?) and all while being yelled at to flip back and forth from my back to my stomach.

Then came the words "Emergency C-section". Well they wheel me into the emergency room. Our hospital is small so there is no Anesthesiologist on call so one of the doctors is going to have to fill in. Right after they wheel me in, my doctor (whom I had never met before) screams, get me a God D*mn scapel I don't care if you have to pull it off the tray in the hall. She then looks at me and says sweetly "It will all be ok sweetheart" I immediately think great, I have a crazy person about to cut me open.

So they have the mask on me, but I'm not out, so I get 3 shots of Lidacain to the stomach and she starts cutting - Before I am Out. I quickly am put under and don't remember the pain (thank goodness for drugs).

When I wake up I have a 3 pound 12 ounce beautiful little girl. She is 3 weeks overdue and fully developed just underweight.

I found out I have a small wall in my uterus that kept her to one side and only allowed her to grow so much. I also had toxima and was extremely anemic. I had to have a blood transfusion and magnesium IV, and almost died twice once when I was in labor and once when my Blood pressure sky rocketed because of the toxima. I got to go home 6 days later.

My daughter is an extremely intelligent 8 year old and perfectly happy.

These are her eyes :).

Looking back I know I was in denial, if I hadn't wanted to not believe I was pregnant I probably would have seen it. But I was 17 and the mind is a very powerful thing.

Smile

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Mon, 22 Jan 2007 15:21:00 +0000

Mischief is my middle name

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Mon, 15 Jan 2007 15:07:00 +0000

I am a
Snapdragon

What Flower
Are You?

"Mischief is your middle name, but your first is friend. You are quite the prankster that loves to make other people laugh."

Happy

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Fri, 12 Jan 2007 16:44:00 +0000

Driving to the bank at lunch yesterday something dawned on me....I was happy. I didn't have anything weighing on the back of my mind. I didn't have this feeling of forboding that I have been carrying for a while. That thought made me even happier.

I am not saying I don't have my moments of unhappy, or stress, or panic. But my overall feeling is happy. Happy, happy, happy. I'm glad to be back to that.

The reasons for this feeling are many:

a) I have a new someone special in my life (Hi :))
b) the ex has reached a stable point in his life and therefore has quit the "I want you back" messages and
c) the holidays are OVER!!!! (now i just have to deal with the pesky credit card bills)

Now...if i could just get the sesame street theme song out of my head life would be just about perfect.

Christmas Eve

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Sun, 24 Dec 2006 19:19:00 +0000

Its Christmas Eve and I'm finally done shopping. I had to take back the Easy Bake Oven I got for my daughter because someone else got her one, and of course I ended up spending way more on the stuff to replace it than I originally spent on it. (Damn Wal-mart, it has mind controlling powers I swear!). So now I am back in the floor wrapping presents...which I don't mind :). But then I need to clean my house...which unfortunately isn't on my list of joyful events. Balance...life is all about balance I guess.

Thankfully to get all of this done I have the day to myself. My daughter is with her dad today doing their Christmas rounds, so I have time to finish up everything around here.

Ho!Ho!Ho! Merry Christmas!!!!

Christmas fun :)

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Tue, 19 Dec 2006 17:02:00 +0000

Can you dunk Santa?

Time to wrap...

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 02:55:00 +0000

Ok, I found a really great deal on ribbon at Krogers today, so I can now do all my Christmas present wrapping :). My favorite part of the holiday is picking out presents for people and then wrapping them. Since I love to do it, and am fairly good at it, my mom use to have me wrap my own presents...she would put them in a box so i couldn't tell what they were and hand it all over to me. I've noticed since I'm not there to do it any longer, she relies more and more on gift bags. Hmmm....coincidence?

I got the last one!!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Sun, 17 Dec 2006 19:20:00 +0000

So today, I went to get my Christmas tree. My daughter was dying to have a real one this year, so I put it off til the week before Christmas so as not to run the risk of it drying out and all that good stuff. So first, I live in a small town so the only place that had Christmas trees left was Kroger. Ok, fine, no big deal. That wasn't the hard part...the hard part was finding a stand to put it in. The following places did not have Christmas tree stands:

1. Kroger
2. Walmart (yes walmart - how hard to believe is that)
3. Freds
4. 2 different dollar general stores
5. TSC

Finally we found one (the last one) at Walgreens. 2 hours to locate a tree and stand!

So now we get to do the fun part...decorating the tree - yeah!!!! After I take a nap to recover from 2 hours of driving all over town to locate the last Christmas tree stand.

Come back to see a picture of the finished product.

My song :)

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Wed, 06 Dec 2006 18:46:00 +0000

Artist/Band: Rascal Flatts
Lyrics for Song: Stand

You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
Alone and helpless like you’ve lost your fight
But you’ll be alright, you’ll be alright

Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you’re made of
You might bend ‘til you break
Cause it’s all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you’ve had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off
Then you stand, then you stand

Life’s like a novel with the end ripped out
The edge of canyon with only one way down
Take what you’re given before it’s gone
And start holdin’ on, keep holdin’ on
Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you’re made of
You might bend ‘til you break
Cause it’s all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you’ve had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off
Then you stand, then you stand

Every time you get up and get back in the race
One more small piece of you starts to fall into place – yeah

Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you’re made of
You might bend ‘til you break
Cause it’s all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you’ve had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off
Then you stand, then you stand

Women are honest, I swear!

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Fri, 01 Dec 2006 23:19:00 +0000

One day, when a seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a river, her
thimble fell into the river.

When she cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, "My dear child, why are you
crying?"

The seamstress replied that her thimble had fallen into the water and that
she needed it to help her husband in making a living for their family..

The Lord dipped His hand into the water and pulled up a golden thimble set
with pearls. "Is this you thimble?" the Lord asked.

The seamstress replied, "No".

The Lord again dipped into the river. He held out a silver thimble ringed
with sapphires. "Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked again, the
seamstress replied, "No.".

The Lord reached down again and came up with a leather thimble.

"Is this your thimble?" the Lord asked.

The seamstress replied, "Yes".

The Lord was please d with the woman's honesty and gave her all three
thimbles to keep, and the seamstress went home happy.

Some years later, the seamstress was walking with her husband along the
riverbank, and her husband fell into the river and disappeared under the
water.

When she cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked her, "Why are you
crying?".

"Oh Lord, my husband has fallen into the river!"

The Lord went down into the water and came up with George Clooney.

"Is this you husband?" the Lord asked.

"Yes", cried the seamstress.

The Lord was furious. "You lied! That is an untruth!"

The seamstress replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding.
You see, if I had said "No" to George Clooney, you would have come up with
Brad Pitt. Then if I said "No" to him, you would have come up with my
husband.

Had I then said "Yes", you would have given me all three. Lord, I'm not in
the best of health and would not be able to take care of all three husbands,
so that's why I said "Yes", to George Clooney."

The moral of this story is: Whenever a woman lies, it's for a good and
honorable reason, and in the best interest of others.

That's our story, and we're sticking to it.

Water and Wine Education

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Fri, 01 Dec 2006 23:16:00 +0000

It has been scientifically proven that if we drink 1 liter of water each
day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of
Escherichia coli (E. coli) bacteria found in feces. In other words, we
are consuming 1 kilo of Poo.

However, we do not run that risk when drinking wine (or rum, whiskey,
beer or other liquors) because alcohol has to go through a distillation
process of boiling, filtering and fermenting.

WATER = POO

WINE = HEALTH

Free yourself of Poo, drink WINE!!! It is better to drink wine and talk
shit than to drink water and be full of shit. There is no need to thank
me for this valuable information; I am doing it as a public service.

Have a nice day...

I got hugged by a homeless guy on my way to my car

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 03:32:00 +0000

Yep, you read that right, hugged not mugged. He was nice, sober and clean. He walked up to me, shook my hand, and said let me tell you 3 things to remember in life. Think before you speak. Think before you act. And don't look down on homeless guys like me, because you don't know our story. He was very nice and we talked for a bit, he asked if I was married and if I had kids. What I did for a living. When I told him, he said you went to college for that didn't you. I said yes, he said your smart. He then looked at me and said, you don't look like you come from money, you worked your way through college didn't you. I said that and student loans, and I'm still paying on those. I handed him some money before I left and he gave me a hug. Said I was one of the few who would listen to him and didn't just brush him off as another homeless bum.

It was one of the best hugs I've gotten in a while...I think because he truly meant it. It made me feel really nice, and was a wonderful way to end the day.

A week later

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Sun, 19 Nov 2006 03:43:00 +0000

I feel much better. Work is much much much better. I am back on track and my projects are going nicely. I got closure on my wondering whether the guy I had been seeing would or would not be trying to work things out with his wife (they were supposed to be getting divorced because she cheated on him, I thought that the divorce was a non-changing decision, I was wrong - note to self: only date guys who's divorce papers are signed, sealed and delivered)

So now what...short work at week :). Date on Friday night with what seems to be a really nice guy. I'm trying this whole online dating thing, E-Harmony, Yahoo Personals, you guys know the drill. I don't get out a lot to meet people so this works well for me, I think, well at least I hope. We'll see how it goes.

Tonight me and my daughter went to the drive in and saw Santa Claus 3. I almost feel asleep, not recommended if you are looking for an adult movie to enjoy, but if the kids want to see it, take them, they will enjoy it.

Life moves on and so do I. La La La :)

Alone

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Mon, 13 Nov 2006 00:52:00 +0000

That one word describes how I have felt the last few days. I thought I was handling everything well...boy was I wrong. The end of this week has been pure hell on me. Two tearful breakdowns on the boss because I have been sucking at my job lately (thankfully I have a wonderful boss who lays down the law and comes up with a plan to help me overcome it, then asks me what is wrong otherwise and lets me get it all out of my system).

The person I had attached myself to after my divorce, I don't think will be there anymore, not in the way he has been for the past while. He has his own issues and things he is working through, and I'm pretty sure they are leading him in the direction he needs to go, unfortunately, its in the opposite direction from me. I wish him all the luck in the world with what he is going through.

So for the first time, I am actually having to deal with this alone. That is a scary word and I don't like it one little bit. I'm a person who likes to be happy, to help others, to be surrounded by friends, but being an hour or more from all but 3 or 4 of my friends makes that kind of hard. Those friends that are close have been through recent life changes (aka - new baby) so there time and availability are limited. None of which I am complaining about, just saying.

My family is there, but its not what I need. I need someone who will let me cry on their shoulder with no judgment on what decisions I have made. Someone who will offer advice, and not get mad when I don't take it. Someone to just lay on the couch with and watch tv.

I guess I'm longing for what I had. The comfort of knowing there is someone at home that's got your back no matter what, that will welcome you with a hug no matter what has happened.

So now I sit here in the dark, alone, watching tv, debating whether I want to bother fixing something to eat, and wondering, when will I stop feeling alone.

Tomorrow I will wake up and start trying to find my feet in the office again. Become what so many want me to be. Maybe the refocusing will help me, or maybe it will just distract me, who knows.

All I know is, I hate the word alone.

Says it all

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Fri, 10 Nov 2006 03:09:00 +0000

Music Video Codes By VideoCode.ORG

Where our priorities lay

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 21:40:00 +0000

Today we vote to decide the best direction for our country for the next 4 years or so...and what is CNN's breaking news.

Brittney and K-fed are getting divorced due to irreconcilble difference.

How sad is that....

Start 'em young, that's what i say

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 19:27:00 +0000

Need your help...

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 17:22:00 +0000

Hey guys,

I know I have a limited readership. Ok so maybe limited is inflating it by quite a bit, but anyway...

For those of you reading this, please check out this link: http://chris.quietlife.net/2006/10/31/raining-cats-and-dogs/ and this link http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/Claudia_Nunez/index.html

We are trying to help keep this woman from being deported. The reason, she will have to leave her two children behind, both U.S. citizens. I'm not going to give the full story here. The links above provide it. The thing is we only have today left to get people to sign the petition, so please think about it!

Everything has a gender....

noreply@blogger.com (MGal) — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 22:26:00 +0000

1) Ziploc Bags are Male, because they hold everything in, but you can see right through them.

2) Copiers are Female, because once turned off; it takes a while to warm them up again. It's an effective reproductive device if the right buttons are pushed, but can wreak havoc if the wrong buttons are pushed.

3) A Tire is Male, because it goes bald and it's often over-inflated.

4) A Hot Air Balloon is Male, because, to get it to go anywhere, you have to light a fire under it, and of course, there's the hot air part.

5) Sponges are Female, because they're soft, squeezable and retain water.

6) A Web Page is Female, because it's always getting hit on.

7) A Subway is Male, because it uses the same old lines to pick people up.

8) An Hourglass is Female, because over time, the weight shifts to the bottom.

9) A Hammer is Male, because it hasn't changed much over the last 5,000 years, but it's handy to have around.

10) A Remote Control is Female. Ha! You thought it'd be male, didn't you? But consider this - it gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know the right buttons to push, he keeps trying!