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In fact, I despise it.

The pattern of my posts this week is suddenly and painfully eerie. 

Posted by suzie at 01:55 AM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBacks (0)

It's 9pm and I'm packing up to leave the office. Today wasn't a bad day, just long.

As I type there are cleaning crew rumblings with the distinct resonance of a lurking serial killer hunting more than dust bunnies. Seriously - loud and frequent footsteps (but no people to be seen), muffled grumblings (talking?), and a metallic whirling sound like a hacksaw waved in the air.

I'm going home.

Posted by suzie at 09:28 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBacks (0)

Returning to work after a long weekend has its challenges. This morning in the shower the Boomtown Rats snuck into my head and they stuck with me all day.

The song's about more than your average bad day, but still... you can appreciate the sentiment.

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

I want to shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-t... the whole. day. down.

Sir Bob rules. Unlike Mondays.

Posted by suzie at 10:08 PM | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBacks (0)

A glorious long weekend is here!

As someone who eats poultry but no red meat, fish or pork, eating turkey is a regular affair. And while indulging in mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberries and pie is yummy, Thanksgiving is about so much more than food.

This is the official start to the holiday season. It's time to celebrate family and friends, relax, share, decorate, and enjoy plenty of get-togethers. I'm a sucker for holiday music.

And let's not forget the shopping. Target's open at 6 on Friday and I'm so there.

Happy Thanksgiving! 

Posted by suzie at 01:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

The LinkedIn tips that circulated today had some great points. Most of which I have yet to fully embrace - like bringing my profile details to 100%.  

I love LinkedIn as a professional tool, but the article made me think of pet peeves I've developed since I joined, including:

* Blind linking. Try me again on MySpace.
* Random requests for recommendations. Were we in a meeting or something once?
* Feeling obligated to recommend someone just because they asked.
* Copying other people's profile text. Blah.
* Request a recommendation, receive one, and not thank the author. (!)
* Update your profile and request recommendations... then pretend you're not job hunting. (FYI, we're all talking about you now.)
* Sorry, let's go back a step: You asked -- thank me them for chrissakes.
* Now that you can add a photo, how about choosing one sans the skullcap, freakish blurring or 20-foot view?

Hm. Did I miss any?

Posted by suzie at 06:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBacks (0)

R.I.P. Spike! 1982-1998.

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Tuesday morning was a fucking mess.

First, I opened a can of tuna for my cat and the lid flipped fish goo and water all over me. Love getting dressed twice in the morning.

Next, after returning to the kitchen, I carried my mug into the dining room and spilled coffee all over the table and floor. Dammit.

When I finally got onto the road, traffic was running smoothly despite a light rainfall. I called home, and as I passed an intersection, saw a cop ready to turn onto the road. I was doing 55 in a 45 but had time to react and slow down. No problem.  

However, just as I passed the cop, I heard "pop!" and my passenger windshield wiper fell off. The police car was now behind me and I began to worry he'd ticket me for the bad blade (and potentially the speeding). I turned my wipers off since the rain was only misting.

I decided to excuse myself from the call to concentrate on my road issues, but the line went dead before I could say goodbye. I looked at my Blackberry and it was cycling crazily between voice dialing, my calendar, email, etc. WTF?

A minute later it began to pour. I turned my wipers back on and the lame one scraped against the glass. Squeak. Squeak.

I arrived at the office without police intervention. The day got better.

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I took my Dad to the Outback Steakhouse for his birthday. Everything was delicious and he enjoyed himself. More importantly, the coasters were fun.

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I am a QVC shopper.

I'd be happy to hold this info closer, but I bought this nifty little humidifier for the office and the point of purchase is a natural part of the discussion.

Funny, I never knew how deep inside the QVC closet I was, until someone asked if I shop online or via the cable channel.

Both he and I were relieved by the answer: I shop QVC online.

Posted by suzie at 07:11 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

Dad's a veteran (Army) but when I was wee he'd tell me mail delivery was shut down to celebrate his birthday. Cute.

Today, according to the expert typists at DC's local Channel 8 News, is Veterand's Day. Nice.

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I don't speak his language yet but he's very cool. Of course he's also an arrogant bastard who insists on using fancy terminology and being all mysterious with his "settings."

In the meantime my point-and-shoot still loves me...

Posted by suzie at 07:04 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBacks (0)

Weekends are even better with an extra hour.

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