I’m a typing, filing, sorting, mail merging, administrative assistant machine! I don’t mind the filing and typing stuff but God save me from a board meeting. This should actually be called a bored meeting. Honeys, I’ve been to my share of meetings and feel that I am no stranger to those high powered muckety mucks who believe their erudition is best expressed through their own palaverous nature. See, it doesn’t even sound right when I type it. Basically it means people who talk too damn much but don’t say shit! I had the dubious pleasure of sitting in on one of these board meetings. Due to the confidential nature of the meeting I can not divulge what it was about but I can tell you it takes a lot of people to be indecisive!

Just when you think a decision is going to be made and the agenda will FINALLY start moving again some yahoo who wants their opinion heard (probably because their husband or wife doesn’t listen to them at home) has to pipe up and insert their two cents which is actually worth the price of a tin slug. After several motions, counter motions and additions to counter motions we finally got out of there some 4 ½ hour later. I shit you not! I was stuck in this cross continental verbal parlay for FOUR AND A HALF FUCKING HOURS!!!! Since I am a lowly staff member who is merely there to facilitate I do not have a voice in these meetings. It’s a good thing I can’t speak. I can’t even count how many times I wanted to un-mute the speakerphone and say, “What the fuck are you talking about you stupid bitch?! You’ve been talking for five minutes and haven’t said shit!!!” Then I would be fired and we just can’t have that.

Busy, busy, busy that is what how I like to think of my life. Actually, I am pretty busy at work (now that I have a job) but when I get home I’m just tired so I veg out on the couch and watch TV. Most times I doze off for about ½ hour. I think I’m still adjusting to these CRAZY hours. After being at home for a little over a year I have become accustomed to my afternoon nap. Little did I know that I would be required to attend all type of board meetings. No, I’m not part of the board but they need someone there to take the minutes and turn on the tape recorder! Hey, it’s a pseudo living!

ANYWAY, now that I’m a full time working gal I absolutely hate cooking when I get home but I’m just too poor to go out for dinner every evening. My friend Tami and I went thrifting about a week ago and I came across a crock pot for $4! Can you believe that?! It was practically new and quite large. So I came up with the absolutely brilliant idea of making everything in the crock pot. I don’t have a problem preparing meals for the next day late in the evening. I actually have made a couple of delicious dishes. I made a two bean chili dish and homemade chicken soup which were both very good. After making chicken soup I thought red beans and rice would be a snap! When I got through with it it turned out to be more of a mush. The first thing I must say is that it does pay to follow the directions. Actually I should be more precise. It’s OK to READ the directions. Basically, I threw all the ingredients into the crock with some water and turned it on. It’s a crockpot, what else do I need to know? I guess one of the things I should have read was that the rice does not go in with the beans. I don’t think you can image what rice looks like after slow cooking for 10 hours but it’s not pretty. Needless to say I tossed that failure into the garbage and made my old lentils and rice dish favorite. Isn’t it ironic that I have a job because of my “alleged” attention to detail?!

The old journal has suffered lately but it’s all for a good cause. My motto states that inflow supersedes all. Inflow as in cash and I’ve been working on increasing my inflow as you know. I am all about routine when it comes to things like my journal, exercising or bill paying! Once my routine is altered it takes me a while to get back on track but I usually get there.

One of the things I am learning to deal with is riding the train every day. Here are the things I am forced to deal with. I don’t have to clean my car off, don’t have to sit in a cold ass car while it warms up and I’m not stuck in traffic for an hour just to make it half way to my destination. Yes, the train is quite different. Yes, it’s crowded sometimes but I’m almost guaranteed to be in my office within 40 minutes of walking out my door. Oh yeah, I am forced to watch gobs of sexy men that ride the blue line. Yes, this new way of getting to work is torture but I’m sure that if I stick with it I will get used to it.