| Updated: 11/29/2004; 2:45:14 PM. |
| Rayne Today Searching for dharma, in spite of the weather...
The Urge to Purge Having survived and returned from lunch, let’s have the Post-Lunch Delta/Plus Analysis and Action Items, shall we? Plus: · I behaved myself for most of the lunch and used my best “in-public” manners. · I didn’t scoff or sputter about any negative comments about Asian food. · I remembered to take my husband’s cell phone (which he had forgotten this morning, discovered in the laundry when the kids heard it ringing and ringing). · I resisted the impulse to say “Eat sh*t and die, you Republican scum” when hubby’s boss asked why I didn’t do something to “keep my skills fresh and current” (although I haven’t been able find a white collar job in our area for over a year, let alone in IT or project management, and am now applying for secretarial positions). Delta: · I actually said, “I can’t take you white boys anywhere” after a string of negative comments made by the same “boys” about miso being fermented soybeans and “those Asians will eat anything”. [Bad girl, baaaddd girl!!] · The sashimi was cut too thick and was not top grade (think the evening sushi chef is better than the lunch chef). Action Items for next lunch: · Don’t order the sashimi lunch; order the Korean Chirashi with ika, hold the saba. · Accept a lunch invitation if the VP of Sales is in town, but not the Boss – even if the Boss is buying. · Be sure to order alcoholic beverages if “forced” or “obligated” to attend lunch or dinner in the future with the Boss again. · And don’t sit next to the Boss again!
It All Depends on What You Mean by 'Have' Two words: Steve Martin One word: Enjoy! There, I’ve said one hell of a lot and yet absolutely nothing in three words. --- But seriously…what’s this world coming to when comedians (Steve Martin) become more succinct than the President of the
WARNING: Rainy day -- slow blogging ahead Sorry for the slow blogging, but I’m going out for a bit to meet my hubby and the VP of Sales and the Boss for lunch. Damn, a perfectly good lunch at my favorite sushi place, ruined by kissing up and making nice Republican corporate wife talk. Blecchh. Have to do it, though; every once in a while one has to take one for the team. Things have been pretty dicey lately what with all the downsizing and plant closures and white collar jobs going overseas. I'd better put on my best kiss-*ss attitude and luncheon outfit and make nice. Blecchh. <shudder> I’ll be back to purge later.
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