I think I am just easily bored. I’ve had my Blackberry for about a month now, and I’m already sort of …over it.
I know, I am such a tough crowd. I think it’s the fact that I work for a company that is so technologically oriented that having devices that make me TOO connected makes me feel like I am tethered to an anchor.
Although I have my Blackberry rigged up to be connected to all the information I need, I want it to be a ONE-WAY road. The one where I know everything, but I can stand back and be …just ….out …of …reach to anyone work related. Yes, it’s a sickness.
I still drive to places with my Blackberry safely stowed in my purse. I do not have an addiction to looking at it or a need to text someone as I wait at a red light. That’s unlawful in Jersey, you know.
Me? I’m not one to break rules.
Want to hear about something TOTALLY lawless?
Yesterday, at D’s soccer game, his coach was nearly arrested for bad parent/coach conduct on the field. Without going into too much detail, I was saddened that a coach of a bunch of 5 year olds can’t use good judgement. We weren’t involved (directly) in the drama that ensued, but let’s just say law enforcement arrived on the scene and finger-pointing was a-plenty…
In front of the kids.
Today has just been one of those Mondays.
David returned to school from his Spring Break, and at 7:30am I sat down in my office to get productive. Well, the joke was on me. I couldn’t access my work network. Seems my company downloaded code (this is where I remind you I work for a technology company) that blew up my VPN network (which just means I can’t get into anything!)
Four hours later on the phone with my company’s tech support (I use that term loosely), I finally worked out the problem that chewed up half of my day. Once I logged in, it was as if the floodgates opened with problems.
Work is killing me again.
The only thing I like about it anymore is that I work from home. But recently, The Company (sounds so, Heroes…. doesn’t it?) took away the option for me to expense my cable and phone. It’s a squeeze play to get employees back into offices. Like I am sure that makes more sense to pay for REAL ESTATE instead of my $50 cable, but whatev…
Not only that but I’ve been busy documenting my job upon request of management.
Do you smell something fishy here?
On top of all of this, S. is about to lose his job. He works for The A.merican Aut.o Manu.facturer that is about to go under. His management was let go last week. We are counting the days.
I am terrified to lose both of our incomes.
My upbeat attitude went from WAY UP HERE to the bottom of the bucket now that the sh!t is hitting the fan. I hate to be worried, but it is all-consuming lately.
Did I mention I just got another bill from “deadbeat donor”? Was unexpected (I thought I paid to get her out of my head forever, but I was smacked with one more reminder of failure.)
Just one of those days.
My blog was ready to self destruct this morning. I think I got a little too confident that I could rule HTML, and who am I kidding? I may be in the technology business, but I have no right to be arms length from my blog template. After cursing at my computer to hell and back, I think I fixed my wrongdoings.
So, sorry if you arrived at BagMomma.net to find, well, nothing for a short-time. I apologize for being a complete loser. By the way, if you know someone who designs blog templates, let me know. I am feeling like I need a blog makeover.
That being said, there will be no American Idol review today. I know, I know… Mariah Carey makes for such good blog fodder, but I am neck deep in my work today with a deadline.
What I will say is I was blown over by David Cook. Not even considering the sympathy vote (although I did tear up when they showed his brother in the audience). And, I’ve decided that should I ever consider hair extensions, I want Brooke’s hair. That blonde, tousled look is something I could never get my hair to do in a million years.
And how BIG was her hair?
“Jacked up to Jesus!” …one of my favorite lines about big hair, from the former big hair queen herself, Reba McEntire.