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Gemini

I picked up Gemini yesterday. I felt like I was tearing her away from her family. An entourage of grey haired caretakers brought her, it looked like a kid going away to camp. She was staying at their house while recovering from being spayed. they really fell for her. I need to keep them updated on her progress. I felt like CPS taking away their grandbaby. It was touching.

Car ride was a little uneventful. She was buckled in and it didn't look comfortable but she made it work. When we got to the apartment I figured I'd let her meet the folks in the office to get it over with. She has to meet them so they can evaluate her temperment. 

I got her out of the car and slowly took her to the office steps...her front paws when up the 3 steps...and then nothing.

so i figured it was the steps that freaked her out so we went around thru the ramp...nope. it was all the smells she was pretty overwhelmed. We saw Charlene and she was pretty skiddish still so i took her home. 

I put out some water and let her explore. She gulped down the water and thenshe went into the cage and I knew that would be her sanctuary. Her cave.

As she took a nap in there, I called the vet to ask about a microchip and an overall checkup. They said she has had a litter of puppies and she's over a year but not 2 yet. - her weight is good too. The did not microchip yet, they said that some places microchip when they spay so I needed to confirm, but they did check her twice, two different people so I'm sure they didntt miss it. Gramma confirmed they did not microchip, so that'll be part of the next visit. 

I had to drag her out of the car at the vet and had to carry her in the door because she just wouldn't cross the threshold.  But then a lightbulb must have gone off in her and I wasn't all that bad. In the clinic, she attached to me. I put her on the counter and she stuck close to me. I was the most familiar up until that point. so good, we're attached!

So when I took her out to the car, she was able to walk out on her own and then when i opened the car door, she hopped right in! and got into the passenger seat!  So I took her to the office again. ...she walked right in! She made friends with Charlene and Kasy gave her chicken so she was all for it. 

I was able to check my  mail and she got into the car with no issues. She is getting the hang of things.

At home, she got right out of the car and into the house. she took a nap on me watching TV. And so did I!  We still have to work on getting out of the cage to go for a walk but I took off her harness. This way, she can understand that when i put the harness on her, we're going out.  

After a really nice nap, I took her for a walk to the pool to meet Kellee and Michele. She was still cautious but much braver than before.  Things are familiar, at least a little now.

We came home and chilled. she is really into being in your personal space. There's a whole couch here kiddo!!

She started biting on her foot so I don't know if she's just being clean or if it's an issue. Her pads are very soft. maybe the grass bothers her, who knows, she might just be bored. 

So I took her into the bedroom to meet Flower. (neither of them was impressed) and had her hop up onto the bed....she was excited! I think she used to sleep on one so I decided she will not be in the kennel at night. Max never was either. 

If I'm home then she will not be in the kennel. So far, she's been pretty trustworthy...but it's only been one day!

Maximo

I found Max on Christmas Eve morning. He was laying where he always lays, at the threshold of my bedroom. Keeping watch.
Max came to me when my friend moved to Hawaii. He was about 6 months old and had no discipline. I had never owned a dog except as a small child so I didn't know what the heck I was doing. My coworker, Yvonne, was also given a dog, Chewy, and was starting from zero too. We spent a long time talking about what the heck to do with these little creatures. She watched a lot of Cesar Milan and went in that direction. Me, not so much, although I tried.
He chewed everything. I only own one pair of shoes from his puppyhood because he ate all of them. He ate a feather pillow, I woke up coughing in the middle of the night and stepped onto a very fluffy floor. He was very proud of himself and I couldn't blame the guy, it had fallen from the bed so it was fair game. I learned a lot about picking up after myself. I'm not a neat and tidy person but I do pick up if I don't want something destroyed.
He ate paperback books off the shelf. and I once came home to a cat litter beach. It had been sitting there for a really long time and all of a sudden it was interesting! He loved cardboard all his life, Coca-Cola cartons, paper towels, towel rolls...
Since I didn't know he needed an Alpha, he became the Alpha and protector. He rarely sat facing me. he always kept his back to me. I found out it's a protective measure for dogs. That's why he slept at the threshold of my door.
When he was young, he would lay down in the bed with me and then, when he felt I was safe or asleep, he would go eat his food and patrol the house. I would put his food down as soon as I finished his walk after work, but he wouldn't touch it until night time. I still don't understand why. Eventually, he would eat dinner at dinner time.
At the same time period, he would hear my alarm and jump on to the bed. I'd snooze the alarm and we'd snuggle. When I would fall back to sleep, he would sit, with this butt in my face, watching the alarm clock for the next 10 minutes until it went off again.
I loved to lay down with him at that time. He would lay in the crook of my arm and put his paw in my hand. It was lovely. I cherished those moments. I knew I'd never get a picture of that moment.
I'm crying. I'm stopping. for now.

Bullet Journal - 1 work planner/journal

A little over a year ago i was looking for a new Planner for work. something with a calendar and a writing space. That's when I stumbled onto the new concept of Bullet Journaling.
It's a really simple concept if you go to www.bulletjournal.com but on Pinterest...HOLY COW!
It's some new crafty thing with people painting and organizing all kinds of stuff. It was fun to look at, but crap, I ain't got time for that?! It ended up stressing me out a little. Every week or Month I needed to create new pages and draw things and measure. Well, I need to measure so that the week is even. I don't like uneven stuff.
I digress...I have these great graph notebooks that i've used for work for years. I pick up the 300 page thing for about $10 bucks at Barnes&Noble. It's a brand from Spain - Miquelrius. I have several just put away ready for use. I kind of hoard them. I used the same notebook for almost 2 years when arriving at this company. It was covered in stickers from here and there all related work work - name tags, gimme stickers...stickers from fruit...whatever. I made sure to take pictures and it's still somewhere at home as a keepsake. It took almost 3 years to fill up that one. I felt very accomplished, like using a pen until the ink runs out.
So...anywho...I decided to use that since it was too late in the year to get a 2015 planner. I'd try the Bullet Journal system to get to the new year and either buy something new or continue with this.
well...drawing the weekly calendar was a chore. Especially since I'd need to draw it before the week started and Monday's are a hairy day for me to tell people, "Just a sec, i need to draw this week" and I don't mess with that kind of thing on the weekend. I pretty much compartmentalize work and home.
My solution was to get a Moleskine Weekly for work. I can keep notes and lists on the right side and the weekly calendar is on the left side so a calendar is always right in front of me. I've really adapted to having a calendar right under my nose. I do have to carry another Moleskine for notes but what I carry is still rather small. I sometimes lay them out in front of me in meetings but people only mind themselves so I don't think I've even had to address it. People work the way that's best for them.
I can take a laptop to a meeting, but I don't feel productive or engaged that way. Pen to paper is good for me.

I ADAPTED Bullet Journal ideas to suit my needs, which is kind of why it exists. It's more a guide than rules.
1. First, I bought a book with the dates already in there. cuz...I'm not doing that again.
2. In my non-dated book, I put the Index/Table of Contents in the BACK...this way, I don't have to guess how much space I need at the beginning. I opened up and started writing in a new notebook and forgot to add the index once. So it makes sense to write to my heart's content and then my notebook finishes when it meets up with the index/TOC.  And I tend to have to find time to add to the TOC when I'm at my desk and reviewing my notes. I play catch up throughout the week to keep things clean and my notes on track.
3. You'll see on Pinterest that books are full of great images and fancy scrollwork and artistic writing and I am sooo far from that! I love art and still consider myself a pretty talented person with a pen but Dayum! I'll stick to my doodling - There is work to be done!
4. I don't work on the notebooks at home. I have a separate notebook for that. and I do not draw in that one either.

Isn't multitasking praised?

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Happy 2015

How I spent my first day of 2015:

I am Primary on call this week. We have a lot of processing that begin on 1-1. ...So far, we're ahead of schedule.  So far.

Coffee?

The other day I was walking into work and passed the Landing, our cafeteria. There is a Starbucks near the entry and I saw a line of about 10 people patiently waiting to order their coffee.   2 steps later, I passed the break room...which has coffee...free.  
So how wrong would it be to take a carafe of coffee and some paper cups and offer coffee to the people waiting in line for coffee?

Someone is gonna be in DEEP trouble when mom sees this!

Torn from CNN's photo pages.

Is Dallas Inclusive?

As I was headed back from lunch yesterday, I was driving on Walnut Hill LN here in Dallas....I passed Gaywood Rd, 2 blocks later, separated by a creek is Strait Ln. Guess which one has a Fine Arts center and a Piano Tuning company and which one has "Dallas Hockey"? Talk amongst yourselves

Lazy

Lazy is when you don't want to stand up or call out (yell) to see if your next-cube-neighbor is there, you just check their internal IM status.

Did personal space get reduced and no one told me??

So I'm getting my drink at the dispenser that only one person can stand at at a time. I notice on my left a woman approaches and puts her tray down (must have been too heavy for her to stand behind me, she had to put the tray down.)
Where is she standing? Right in front of the lids and the straws for the drinks that's where.
So I finish dispensing and rather than taking that dramatic step to the left so the next person can start getting their drink from the megamachine, kinda like in church during communion, I have to just leeeaaan over. I place my drink on the counter with my right hand. I'm holding my lunch with my left. Because I have the strength to do that without getting tired. She moves her tray over about 8 inches to give me room. See how she acknowledges me there? So I grab a lid and put it on the cup, with my right hand, then the straw. Then what happens?
She says "Wow you're pretty good! You did that with one hand!" All I'm thinking is "That's because you're in the way! And you're doing it wrong!" but I just said "Thanks" and as a back handed way of making myself feel better I added "and I'm actually left-handed".

I've been throwing something into the air lately.
After I went to the register to pay. We have these lines that you politely wait behind as a person is doing their transaction at the register. Only about 4 feet or so. ...I approach and then some dude is right up on me again to my left! ...WTF! And even worse, he's watching the register to examine the cost of my purchase. Grrrr. So I reached across him to pick up the week's food schedule. I'm just inviting everyone into my space I guess.

Yesterday, I was at Walmart in line and I was going to take the opportunity to call a friend because our texts were going the way of misunderstanding that I might be mad at her. So as soon as I found a line, I am trying to gauge how long the conversation can go before I'm being impolite to the cashier. and then I try to start making the phone call, I see a woman get in line behind me. Then she starts talking. So I'm polite. "I should have come here during the Cowboys game. I thought I was coming here early to avoid the crowd." Bla bla blah. I said "I was thinking the same thing!" Actually, I was worried about getting to the Pride parade. But I digress...
So this old woman doesn't stop. She goes ever further and stands NEXT to me. Yes, in front of her cart! Like she's wanting to see my texts or something. She's on my right side and a few times touches me to maker her point. Isn't there cart etiquette where you need to keep a cart physically between you and a conversation with a stranger in Walmart. For everyone's safety? OMG she talked the whole time. I had to actually move her out of my way so I could get the things onto the belt. Yes, I said "Move her"!  I said excuse me but didn't TOUCH her cuz that's just wrong.
I know. She was probably lonely. Because she said she was retired from IBM and worked hard to have no debt. Gawd, Walmart lines make me feel so trapped!

I failed Polite

I know weird things happen in public bathrooms, but this is getting crazy.

A while back, SWA started the process of updating the building, one big start was the bathrooms. I think I started noticing the changes around the same time but still, check this sh*t out!  (As we start every fairy tale in TEXAS)

Let me backtrack even more.  It's a funny thing here at this company. When someone gets paper towels to dry their hands, they pull the crank a few times and then leave. Which leaves you with a little bit of "starter" towel so you don't have to have wet hands to get them.  Pretty darn nice, right? I think so too.  That's just a SWA culture thing. I have been told it even happens in the men's room.

And we've all experienced the cell phone user in the bathroom.  Not just in the stall, but those folks who seem to need the "privacy" of an echoing bathroom to carry on their conversations.  So we flush and flush just to either be funny or make a point.

This is where things get weird.

Last week I pushed open the bathroom door and was startled by a person standing there, with her back to me, talking.  So I went around, she was talking to another employee, who was standing in the first stall, with the door open.  I thought that was weird, but I had more urgent things to worry about. As I was "doing my thing" I got the gist of their conversation.

Seems Women#1, we'll call her the Blocker, for reasons that will be very clear in a second. And the woman in the stall will be called…hmmm…Polite.

They were talking about being pregnant and all the fun physical stuff that comes with it. Namely, bathroom stuff.

As I am washing my hands, I take a peek at Polite's posture. She's fidgeting, smiling, engaged in the conversation, but also shifting her weight often.  So now you know why I called the other Blocker.  Let the Pregnant woman pee!

If you ever run into someone in the hall and they happen to stop at the entrance to the restroom, be nice enough to let them go in and do their thing.  If you go in too, all the better. But don't keep them from doing their thing!!  So you may be wondering how I know the woman needed to pee…cuz the conversation would have led to the hallway OUTSIDE the restroom had she done her thing.

I had this happen to me once at a startup that I worked at, I rarely had time to get up from my desk, but the CEO saw me in the hall and started asking me questions. He suddenly stopped and said, "Oh my Gosh, were you trying to go to the restroom?!" Me: "Um Yeah" CEO (I'll paraphrase): "I do need to talk to you, so, if you don't mind, I'll linger here so I can talk to you when you come out because I know all you're probably  thinking about is that you need to use the restroom."  And he was there when I came out, but I liked him much better after that.

Okay, so back to SWA. …I failed Polite, I should have said something. I feel bad.

Oh and there's more!  Two days ago I was entertained by Muzak while in there, seems someone was jamming to some nice contemporary Latin pop.  We have Argentinians here so that's all I could figure, but it wasn't a ringtone that she was ignoring! It was this person needing the soothing sounds of Luis Miguel or Juanes…or whoever that was, to get them thru.  Might I suggest earbuds??

Which brings me to the singers. You know what I'm talking about. Singers and hummers, those are just bathroom staples and we have our share here too.

After the Blocker/Polite encounter I said how do you top that! …and then the music started.  I'd love to say "That is all" but who knows.

Conversations with a Sandwich Artist

--I went to Subway at lunch the other day--
SubwayGuy: Hello, Welcome to Subway.
ME: Hello, I'll have a foot-long BMT on White.
SubwayGuy: On White? a Footlong? BMT.
Me: Yes.
SubwayGuy: Was that a BLT?
Me: No, BMT.
SubwayGuy: Bacon Lettuce and Tomato??
Me: No, the BMT.
SubwayGuy: A BLT?
Me: No, A Bee Emm Tee.
SubwayGuy: Oh. A B-Emm-T? (both of us tightening our lips and raising out eyebrows)
Me: Yes, the one with pepperoni and salami. The BMT.
SubwayGuy: Would you like Spicy...um, would you be interested in our Italian Club? It has pepperoni and salami.

-=I'm sure Subway would be most impressed to know the silly man was downselling the subs=-
Me: No. The BMT.
SubwayGuy (pointing to the ham) The one with Ham..
Me (nodding): Yes, the BMT.
SubwayGuy: Okay, I was just checking cuz it has pepperoni...
Me: I want the BMT, I've been ordering the BMT for 20 years now. That's the sandwich I want. (smile)
SubwayGuy: (sheepish grin) Okay.

...and then I felt old cuz I've really been ordering the BMT the exact same way for much longer than that.
 -=sigh=-