Sticks and stones ...

There is a paralegal at the office who doesn’t like me. I don’t know what I ever did to get on her bad side, but needless to say, she hates me. No, really … she hates me. She doesn’t ever give me the time of day and when she does talk to me, it is in as few words as possible. She has been out the last few months due to illness. However, she was well enough to come in to see the firm president yesterday (I’m guessing to discuss her future employment with the firm).

My friend of about a decade, KLM, is the firm president’s new secretrary and said paralegal took the time to talk to her before she left. I received the following email from KLM yesterday:

I told her I learned about the job here from you, but it didn’t stop her from trashing on you for a second. It made me uncomfortable!!

She made a fuss over how quiet it is in my area, and how much I must love that, and how much she would love that. Then she said the area where she worked wasn’t quiet at all. “Well, that is, it would’ve been quiet except for Inge. She talks loud and she never stops talking.” Apparently that was the main thing you supposedly did that bugged her – I think maybe she was just jealous that you’re friends with everyone here and that you have fun joking around with everyone here and everyone likes you and thinks highly of you.

I really didn’t think that this would bug me, but apparently talking about it shows that it does bug me.

FYI -- I am no louder than her (especially when she screams because she doesn’t hear someone coming towards her cubicle, which unfortunately happens quite often and makes me wonder what she is up to in her cubicle that makes her so jumpy). I don’t talk incessantly. What am I supposed to do if someone comes up to me and talks to me? Tell them to go away? I am a very social person and I am friendly towards my co-workers and I have very social bosses who enjoy chatting around my cubicle (even when it’s not chatting with me) … yet, I am blamed for all the noise in this corner of the office.

I must say that I have enjoyed not having her around to throw my print jobs away. The no blood curling screams is also welcomed. Not to mention, now that her return to full employment is in question, the extra cubicle she had commandeered for the last few years to dump all her "old" work in (which she refused to give to other paralegals to do) is now organized and sent off to their proper storage.

Oh, did I mention? She had also complained that I whistled too much while I work … apparently, that too, bugs her. I can do no right ...

Happy birthday, Lu!

I decided to try a different edge. I like it. Simpler. Cleaner.

The finished product.

The warm and sleepy birthday recipient.

My first crocheted gift

Finished the baby blanket for a co-worker over the weekend.
Made a card that said, "Girl or boy? A little something for your bundle of joy. CONGRATULATIONS!"


The happy momma loved it and her reaction brought tears to my eyes.
Feels good to have your hard work appreciated.

So true ...

Often teased by his fellow attorneys about being such a righteous dude, my boss referenced to or quoted a line from an R-rated movie one day ...

Me: [GASP] You watch R-rated movies?

Boss: Whatever ... life is R-rated! Get over it ...

I love people who are real and down to earth ...

You can call me Daisy ...

So on the way to Vegas in February over President's Day weekend, we had made plans to stop by a little town in Central Utah called Beaver for some squeaky cheese (aka cheese curd) ... somehow I missed the exit to go there and the next opportunity to turn around wasn't going to be for another 30 miles or so ... Julie and Janeen are adamant that I had actually said, "I gotta have some cheese." With that, I got on the left lane of I-15 going over 60 mph and made a U-turn at an emergency dirt road (for police and emergency workers only supposedly) and headed back to Beaver.

Choiced 4-letter words were uttered by my passengers as gravel flew. I got my cheese and I was lucky enough that a cop was nowhere in sight to catch that highly illegal move.

My car, Chloe, handled itself quite well, BUT it wasn't the same for a while. Apparently, some of that gravel got into the car and my brakes just screeched whenever I'm driving it around town. After a CRAZY month at work, I finally took it in to get looked at this past Saturday.

The good news is that the dealership cleaned out the gravel for free ... I was so happy that I bought the service guys some cookies to thank them for saving me $200 on new brake pads.

The bad news ... I got pulled over for speeding on the way back from that trip for going 88 at a 75 mph zone. To be fair, I was driving behind a semi and hated not being able to see what is ahead of me, so I got into the left lane and passed it. Unfortunately, there was a long line of cars and no one would let me in. I sped up to get past them and that was when Officer "I'm going to give you a break and write you up for 10 over the speed limit" caught me. It was a total set up and there were about 3 others before crossing the state border! I'm pretty sure they were also targeting out of state cars because, let's be honest, who wants to go back to Bunkerville, NV, to fight the citation? I called this week to find out how much the fine is ... $195. Yup, Karma got me good.