What My Next Summer Will Look Like On Facebook

Did you go on an exotic trip this summer?  If so, did you post on your vacation shots on Facebook for all your friends to see?  Did you then imagine your co-workers checking their wall during a boring meeting and having to see a shot of you laying out on the beach with a fruity drink in your hand?   Were you sure to get a shot of your tanned feet with the emerald seas behind them and the sun setting on the horizon?  Did you really capture the essence of that Bahama Mama you were drinking, umbrella and all?

And did you check in at every cool place you visited so that your green-with-envy friends could track your every move?

Well, if you didn’t, then know that I didn’t get to do any of that this summer either.  In fact, it was me on the other side of that Facebook wall forced to live vicariously through my friends’ travels as they roamed around the world without a care.  Do I begrudge them their exotic travels?  Of course not.  Am I jealous?  Just a little bit.

But not next summer, folks.  I have a plan.  For even if my lofty goals of having a massive vacation to end all vacations doesn’t pan out, I have a Plan B.  And this means my Facebook friends can expect to see this kind of stuff from me next summer.

Status:  Bon Voyage, suckers!  We’re outta here!

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Ask The Google Bitch: What to do if your boss finds out you’ve been job hunting

If you’re not familiar with how this column works, here’s a quick introduction:

The Google Bitch is a lady of snark, wit, and yes, a little bit of bitchiness.  She’s the lady that web searchers may eventually come to count on as she responds to those who type actual questions into their search engines as if it’s a Magic 8 ball, hoping to find the answers they’re seeking.

And somehow those searchers have landed here.

Not one to miss an opportunity, this bitch responds to such questions, thus increasing her Google-perceived level of expertise in said subject and hopefully moving this site up the Google page rankings.  Brilliant, huh?  This bitch thinks so.

Now on to the question du jour…

My boss found out I’ve been job hunting.

An interesting dilemma.

Venturing a guess, Google Bitch assumes that 1) either a prospective employer has called your current employer for a job reference, 2) you’ve been spotted arriving at or exiting an actual job interview, 3) you were overheard in the hallway on a phone interview 4) you printed your resume copies on the public printer and the rumors are buzzing, or 5) you asked someone to be a job reference for you only to find out that they start their new position next week…as your new boss.

Regardless of how you’ve been discovered, there’s not much you can do about that now.  The word is out, and your boss now knows you are unhappy with your current employment.  And in spite of all the salary increases, incentive bonuses, 401K matches, pension plans, vacation time, group lunches, happy hours, free doughnuts, promotional pens, letter openers and stress balls (or lack thereof) you’ve received to date, you have decided you’d prefer to work elsewhere.

You ungrateful schmuck.

Ok, so it happens.  So now what do you do?  The bigger question that begs an answer is Do you have a job offer on the table?  For it is the answer to this question that will lead you to your own solution.

So what if I’ve already been offered a job?

If you have secured a good job offer, you have no problems.  You are in a perfect negotiating position.  And if your boss can’t get past the fact that you played the corporate field, and is pretty peeved about it, then perhaps that new job may be just what the disgruntled employee ordered.

So I’m stuck here forever.

But if you’re finding that the only place for you on that playing field is in the stands as a spectator, things could get sticky.  And I’m not talking about the boiled peanut juice that’s all over your hands.  [Sorry, Google Bitch is from the South, and boiled peanuts are our "thing", bless this digressing bitch's little heart.]

Now at this point, you can simply cease and desist on the job search, work like a happy cube farm worker, and wait for the pissed-offedness to wear off.  No action required here other than the occasional whistle while you work.

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Don’t Go To Work Unless It’s Fun

April 3rd marks “Don’t Go To Work Unless It’s Fun” day.

I promise I didn’t make that up.  But while I can find nothing on how this holiday originated, let’s just say that since it’s on many of the national holiday calendars across the web, it’s official in my book.

As I see it, this holiday leaves us with two options.  Option #1 is to have fun at work.

Now be warned that I’m not recommending you to follow all my suggestions.  Throwing such caution to the wind could result in a reprimand, alienation of co-workers, a tarnished professional image, and worse yet, getting fired. 

You know I’ve got a disclaimer for everything.

But here are some things you can do to celebrate this day…if you just don’t care about all that.  Maybe you’ve won your fair share of a half-billion dollars in the lottery or something recently.  Yeah, I’m talking to those 3 people.

  • Dress appropriately for the occasion.  A Hawaiian shirt, complete with a lei, flip-flops, a Panama hat, and Bermudas are in order.  If casual dress is prohibited, go a different route and wear your professional clothes, but make sure nothing at all matches. 
  • If someone brings in doughnuts, take them all to your desk.  When the email comes out that there are doughnuts in the break room, try not to giggle as co-workers go from confused to agitated.
  • Race people to the elevator and sing”Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah” as you let the door close on them.
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When Your Boss Finds Out You Have A Blog And Asks For Your Link

I could be in real trouble here, friends. And it’s time to do some backtracking. You see, several of my co-workers are also bloggers, and sometimes the subject comes up in the office.

Herein the problem lies.

During one such discussion at the end of a meeting, someone made a reference to my blog. My boss showed immediate interest, which is a scary thing to anyone who blogs. Particular any blogger who makes semi-attempts at humor, references the corporate world, discusses needing a drink maybe a little too often, and swears in her writing now and then. That’s when she uttered those 7 little words that any such blogger dreads hearing from her boss:

You need to send me your link!

Oh, shit.

Miranda Priestly would definitely not find this funny.

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20 Signs That You Might Be Overworked

“Oh, you hate your job?  Why didn’t you say so?  There’s a support group for that.  It’s called everybody, and they meet at the bar.”  ~Drew Carey

  1. You have 7,762 emails in your inbox.
  2. All your news comes from the headlines on the MSN home page.
  3. You know every item in the company vending machine by number.
  4. You seriously ponder whether you could get a haircut while on a conference call.
  5. You take pride in your ability to multi-task until you realize this also allows you to screw up a bunch of things all at once.
  6. Leaving at 5:00 prompts co-workers to ask if you’re working a half-day.
  7. You’re starting to swear like an Osborne.
  8. You wake up, realize it’s Saturday, and are happy.  Then you realize it doesn’t matter.
  9. Your kids have to send an email to your corporate inbox in order for you to respond.
  10. You count these as the 7 food groups: Tums, Maalox, Prozac, Krispy Kreme doughnuts, coffee, wine, and beer.
  11. Your time sheet requires a new column so that you can accurately categorize the time it takes to complete your time sheet.
  12. You’d try to fit in housecleaning, but that would first require a project plan.
  13. Everyone in the office is part of a lottery pool, and you contribute just so in the minuscule chance they win, you won’t be the only one left in the office.
  14. Instead of counting sheep, you count completed task items.
  15. Your family asks “what’s for dinner” and you provide them with a detailed status and an ECD (estimated completion of delivery).
  16. You secretly wish for a virus on your work computer so that you can take a break while the IT guy repairs it.
  17. Happy Hour is literally an hour, because that’s all the free time you have.
  18. You’re not sure if you’re having a chest pains or if your bra is too tight from the 20 extra pounds you’ve gained from stress eating.
  19. Your exercise is limited to walking a thin line, juggling 8 things at a time, jumping through hoops, and running on empty.
  20. You write a list like this about being overworked.

Yeah, um...yeah, we might need you to come in on Saturday to work on those TPM reports. Yeah, um, Yeah.

This is dedicated to all the overworked people in the world, including many that I know very well.

And if you like this post, you might like The Most Annoying Corporate Buzzwords Ever

To Advertise Or Not To Advertise? That Is The Question.

I’ve been pondering this question for a while and would love some feedback from fellow bloggers/readers.  WordPress is now allowing advertising on blogs that are on their own domain, but that are hosted by WordPress.  We’re assured that the advertising will be tasteful.  You must submit a request for them to review your blog, and then you must be approved.

Being the procrastinator that I can sometimes be, I have yet to dig any further into this.

But I’m considering it for a few reasons:

  1. I’m blogging for free now.
  2. I could always use some extra dough.
  3. Being paid may motivate me to take this whole thing to the next level.  I have no idea what the next level might be, but humor me.

I also have some concerns:

  1. What does it take to get approved?  What does it take to get declined?  For instance, could this post alone disqualify me?
  2. Is advertising considered “selling out”?  Will it cheapen my blog? Any more than it is now?  Will my margarita turn into a Skinny Girl margarita with Bettheny in my banner?
  3. Will I no longer be taken seriously as a writer? I know…I just choked on that one myself.
  4. And most importantly, will I lose readership?

So this gives me a great opportunity to implement my very first poll.

All joking aside, I’d love to hear what you all think (or already know) on the subject, so please feel free to elaborate in the Comments section.

Slow Death By Banking

I was going to write a really funny post today.  Really I was.  But somehow, I’m no longer in the mood to be light-hearted and care-free.  Seems the realities of life keep getting in the way.

As I opened my internet browser, a news item caught my eye on the home page.  Turns out  MY bank is going to now start charging me fees for using my debit card.  Apparently, financial institutions are suffering fallout from financial reform and need to pick up some extra money from us to make their numbers.

Well, that’s officially it…this person has had enough.

Don’t get me wrong.  I don’t expect something for nothing. I’m willing to pay for extra services if I have to, although I don’t think I’m really given a choice here other than changing to another bank who will follow the same path eventually.

But I’m confused.  What does my bank want me to do?  They’ve already begun assessing fees if I go INSIDE the bank, because apparently that’s considered top-notch, individualized service that I must pay a premium for.  So, I did what I was supposed to and quit going inside the bank.  I also quit using the drive-thru service.  They used to charge only when I used other banks’ ATM’s.  So I stopped doing that too.  I pay bills on-line.  Hell, I even went paperless to help them out.  We won’t tell them that I really just didn’t want to receive a 42-page bank statement every month showing my $1-2 debit purchases for cokes and crackers.  No, I was being green!

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The Versatile Blogger Award

I am honored…truly honored.  But I find myself unprepared and don’t have a speech ready, so let me just thank all those who made this possible (WordPress, Ms. Mouse, my parents, my 4th grade teacher, blah, blah and blah) and leave it at that.

Today I am a recipient of the Versatile Blogger Award which means someone chose my blog as one of their 15 featured blogs.  I would like to humbly accept this award and am prepared to pay it forward to 15 other bloggers.

My thanks again to Ms. Mouse for the award.   A baby boomer learning to cope with empty nest syndrome, she has a great site at Ms. Mouse Cleans House.  Go check it out.

Now to complete my assignment as an award recipient, I must agree to the following conditions:

  1. Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to them in your post. 
  2. Share 7 things about yourself.
  3. Pass this Award along to 15 recently discovered blogs and let them know about it! 
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    First, about myself:

    1.  I majored in Advertising/Public Relations.  My goal was to move to New York and work as an advertising copywriter.  Specifically, I wanted to write beer commercials.  Instead, I remain in SC working in Information Technology.  I'm not bitter.

    2.  I've watched Goodfella's at least 142 times.  Runner-up movie is Urban Cowboy.

    3.  I hate waiting in line for anything.

    4.  I'm a simple person. Give me a hamburger/fries combo and I'm completely comforted.

    5.  In spite of #4, I'm always getting ready to start a diet…on Monday.

    6.  I have a fear of lizards.  Not that I think they'll hurt me, but because they represent evil to me.

    7.  My nickname is Crash.  I'm the self-proclaimed Queen of the Fender Bender.

    And now may I present the Versatile Blogger Awards to other worthy recipients.  My fondness for humor blogs combined with my hope to provide a boost to some fellow blogging has brought me to this selection of 17 (I never was one to follow the rules) blogs I hope you all decide to visit:

    The Jackie Blog 

    Sweet and Weak

    Small Pond

    notquiteold

    Oh My Words!

    The G is Silent

    JLee’s Blog – I’ve Gone BaNaNas But Managed to SuRvIve

    How the hell did i end up here

    Alaina Mabaso’s Blog

    joyissoyellow

    Northside View

    Snarky Self-Helper

    my eventful life

    My One Precious Life

    Katy Stuff

    Beauty Buzz

    mccrabass

    Pshew…this took a little work, but I like the idea of spreading the word on quality blogs.  Enjoy!

Holy “Freshly Pressed”, Batman! What Did I Do Right?

I got off to a rocky start today, suffering from lack of sleep and an aching back.  I had to do a quick preparation for an IT training class and my only goal was to make it through with no permanent scarring.  And on top of all that, I had to face the daily commute with my hubby driving Earnhardt-style.  I did what I always do from the passenger seat to avoid assuming the fetal position…my phone “stuff”. 

Now phone “stuff” includes, but is not limited to, the following:  checking emails, Facebook notifications, Tweets, a round of Words With Friends, Hanging With Friends, reading important news, such as how Kirstie Alley lost 100 pounds, and a quick glance at the ol’ blog stats. 

Nine views.  I was content with that for such an early hour.  But while my post count was moving, I had no referrals, no clicks, and a general lack of data.  I made a mental note to visit the WordPress forum to make an inquiry.  Later.  I had bigger fish to fry.

So by the time I was able to do my next stat check, you can only imagine the shock.  200+ views by lunchtime.  WTH?  I was fearful.  Fearful that I had made a major blogging faux pas, a horrendous typo resulting in an obscene word in a headline, a video link that links to a porn site or worse yet, some spamming scam.  Or had I been hacked?  I know…my mind goes crazy places.

Before I could look into this further, views were up to 400+. 

“Could it be?” I thought.  “Dare I look? ” Well, if you’re here, you may already know the answer. 

Yes, I’ve been fresh-pressed!  To non-WordPressers, this means my last blog post was highlighted on the WordPress home page.  It also means that I get a you-know-what-load of traffic (I’ve learned Freshly Pressed doesn’t like bad words, so I’m being good).  And I can skip the forums now, because all my stats are working.  Man, are they working!  At last check, it showed 3,000 views and referral links through other blogs, Twitter, Facebook, and places I’ve never heard of (maybe a porn site for “Men Who Like Boots”).  A little scary, but at least I’m not talking to myself any more. 

I don’t know how or why, but I’m there for the moment, and I’m going to bask in the spotlight for just a while and welcome all the new followers that are here. I’ve got lots of new blogs to discover, so I’ll be reading for a while. 

Then I will start on my next goal.

I Want To Be A Real Housewife

Yes, you read that correctly.  I want to be a housewife…a ”Real” housewife.  I’ve been watching the Real Housewives of New York, Orange County, New Jersey, DC, and Beverly Hills for some time now.  I’ve loved the glamour, the cattiness and the all-out brawls of these women from all regions of our country.  And while Jersey may give us a run for our money, South Carolina represents a slice of life that has yet to be portrayed.  I can fix that.

I know what you’re thinking.  What could possibly be entertaining about watching some Carolinian Housewives who aren’t rich, glamorous, or scandalous?  Well, I haven’t gotten this far in my seasons of faithful Bravo-viewing to not know that there are certain unwritten Bravo rules that I and my castmates would have to abide by. 

First and foremost, we have to fit the stereotype that people would be expecting from a South Carolina native.  I’m quite aware that the rest of the country may look at my beloved home state and expect to see a cast of uneducated, toothless, Walmart-shopping, redneck caricatures.  And maybe there are a few fitting that description in these here parts.  But seeing that reality television isn’t always so “real” and everybody needs their 15 minutes of fame, I’m willing to cast my dignity aside to play along with that caricature…to a point.  In short, it’s time to bring a little “redneck” to the Housewives franchise.

I present my case.  Bravo Andy, are you hearing me?

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