Flying Under The Radar

Posted on by lindsay
The exceptionally reserved, stoic vice president of my company popped his head into my cubicle Tuesday morning and asked, "Did you have fun at the holiday party last Friday?"I gushed about how great it was and how much I love holiday parties and dancing and having an excuse to wear a formal dress. It came out as babbling because he is so serious and formal and it makes me nervous. When I was finally done speaking, he nodded and said, "It looked like you were having fun." He paused for a thoughtful moment before continuing. "I may never look like it, but I had fun too."

Happy Happy, Joy Joy

Posted on by lindsay
My new company had its holiday party last Friday evening at a local Marriott. This was particularly exciting for me, as it was the first company holiday function I've attended that was not (a) held in the office conference room and (b) replete with unusual interpretations of traditional potluck contributions. I dressed in my cocktail finest, brought Bobby as my date (for the sole purpose of having someone on hand to repeatedly yank up my strapless dress), and had a wonderful time. I even drank a bit too much for the first time in over six months, which at this point in my life means I had 1.6 glasses of wine instead of 1.5. Rigorous biking has lowered my tolerance to a level that considers Robitussin to be on par with Everclear.The highlight of the evening, however, was the raffle. I dislike raffles because I continually get my hopes up ...continue reading.

Lesson

Posted on by lindsay
I had a job interview scheduled for today at 10am. The interview was at a location in Washington, DC but the actual job would be located in Ballston, right outside of DC. When I first heard about the position, I was reticent to even proceed with an interview, since I have no interest in commuting twenty miles in terrible traffic twice a day. I decided to go through with it for the sole reason that it was the only interview on my calendar and I'm not in a position to be picky.So this morning came and I picked up my suit from the dry cleaners (for a price that could have also been used to buy half of a new suit), changed in the bathroom at work, and skipped out to the interview. I drove for nearly an hour, battling terrible traffic, nasty interchanges, and incompetent drivers, the whole time ...continue reading.

Semantics

Posted on by lindsay
"Ugh, my allergies are killing me," I groaned to my coworker. "I feel like my nose is swelling up. Does it look bigger to you?"He looked over at me from the desk across the room."No, not really."Apparently he does not understand that telling me that my nose does not really look bigger means that it at least looks somewhat bigger. By the end of the day, my coworker is probably going to have to move his desk into the hallway to make room in our office for my nose. I'm going to cry into my heap of used tissues.