Monthly Archives: June 2008

TRAVEL STRESS

A picture of peacefulness….

I should be packing, but I’m writing instead.  I’m actually procrastinating.  I have a lot on my mind and can’t focus on packing right now, therefore I’m writing instead.  Plus, I’m waiting for the nail polish to dry on my cute little toes….ok, cute to me anyways.  Packing is probably my worse thing to do.  I hate it when I have to pack for a trip.  I never know how much to bring.  Or what to bring, or why I’m bringing it

Now that I’m going to be traveling more, with musings from my boss that some of it will be international now…yikes…I’m really going to have to divert back to how I use to pack.  Just bring what I need and don’t get crazy.

Anyways, enough about business travel, I’m talking personal travel.  So, yeah, have no freakin idea how much to bring and the polish is almost dry.  Almost, not yet so I’ll keep blogging randomly.  I’m feeling a little loopy.  I always do when I have to pack because it just drives me batty thinking about what I might have forgotten to bring with me.

On a different note I had a very nice dinner with my dad.  My mom’s been out of the country, so dad’s been by himself, so I’ve been trying to have dinner with him at least once a week on top of our trip to see my nephews.  It was fun talking with my dad, he tends to reveal more when my mom’s not around dominating the conversation.  He confirmed to me my worse fears, kidding, that my youngest nephew is indeed a replica of me as a child.  He also told me some interesting things that I never knew, apparently I have been to Hawaii, Korea and Taiwan, of course it doesn’t really count cause I can’t remember it, but it was fun to learn what a little traveler I was as a child.  It wasn’t as fun, although funny, to learn what a little princess I was as a child.

Its nice to bond with my dad.  I love my mom, but my dad and I have a more relaxed relationship.  Anyways, enough procrastinating, I must pack plus my cute litte toes are dry now.  😀

CALM UNDER PRESSURE

I sit in this small area at work.  There are two offices (one belonging to my boss) and 4 cubicles in the area, one of which I occupy.  The three people who sit in the other cubicles are such characters.

I’ve mentioned the 25 year old, who was shocked that I was wild back in my youth, he sits in one of these cubicles in my area.  He makes me laugh.  He’s so passionate about work.  I’ve been trying to calm him down cause he’ll lean over my cubicle and bitch about something that just happened.  Sometimes I’m not sure if he’s serious or not (cause he can carry on), but I try to tell him that he’s young and he’s not quite dipped his feet into the corporate world yet but he’ll learn to just go with the flow after awhile.

He asked me how I can remain so benevolent and calm about things.  Really, that’s not the case, I care, but I don’t care to let it engulf me.  I know when to speak up and when to just let it go.  After the amount of job changing I’ve done over the years, it comes to a point where I realize that getting worked up and stressed out is not worth it.  But, he can’t grasp that and I feel for him.  Poor guy.

The four of us were all standing around in our area yapping away and the 25 year says to me “how are you liking it?”.  I looked around and being the smartass that I am, said “I’m a ray of sunshine thank-you” to which they all cracked up laughing.  The other girl in my area piped up and said ‘No, you’re a freaking ray of sunshine!”.  Honestly, my current company has problems, but hell, there is no “perfect” company to work for out there, I don’t care what you say.  The best thing is to work for yourself if you can’t handle the work politics.

On another note, I’m going on vacation soon.  I’m looking forward to not working for a week, and chilling out before I come back to craziness and my first business trip.  So, even though I’m not sure of the actual vacation itself, I’m grateful to have the time off.

WORK IS NOT MY LIFE

Work is definitely not my life.  I don’t get caught-up in it, I don’t take it home with me.  And, I rarely talk about it with friends.

There was a time when I wasn’t this way.  I think with each job change I’ve had, I have slowly transformed and haven’t really allowed myself to get worked up over work.  It’s not that I am not ambitious, but I don’t care to stress myself out about something, in the whole scheme of it, doesn’t affect my personal life.  I feel that as long as I do my job, it’s all good.

I was talking with my friend last night and all she chattered about was work.  She’s the friend with the terrible assistant, who fortunately, is leaving the job at the end of this week.  Anyways, as I was listening to her I couldn’t help but notice how caught-up she is with work.  She may say she isn’t, but when I listen to her I can tell very clearly how much she’s allowing it to affect her life.  I mean work is important to me too, doing a good job is important, but I won’t lose a piece of myself in the process, nor am I going to allow myself to be consumed by it.

I’ve learned a lot about myself over the past three years and one thing I know now is that I will never allow myself to get consumed by my career ever again.  I’m in a job now that I enjoy and although it has its glitches, when the clock hits 5pm, I don’t think about it till the following day when I’m back at work. 

Sometimes it makes me wonder though when I listen to my friend, should I be this passionate about my work?  Am I missing something?  I am passionate about a lot of things, but work is not one of them.  And, yet I don’t think I’m missing out on anything, my friend and I, we’re just two different people.   

We’re leaving on vacation together soon, so I’m going to make sure there’s no talk of work and there’s definitely lots of fun to be had.  😀

THE BEST FRIED RICE

I make a mean fried rice.  Actually, its better than any fried rice you’ll have in a restaurant.  I know, I’m being big time immodest, but seriously my fried rice is awesome.  All my friends agree, they love my fried rice, up there along with my wontons and stir fry’s.

Ingredients: 

 

Final Product:

I think I made enough for an army, but that’s the only way I know how to make fried rice, in large, huge portions. 

My fried rice has: bbq pork, mushrooms, green onions, eggs and shrimp.  I cut up everything and then cook it up individually before I throw it all in with the rice.  The reason why I cook the shrimp, eggs and mushrooms individually is to add more flavour to the final product.  I didn’t put any ham in this version, just the bbq pork.  It still came out great though.

I’ve mentioned it before and I’ll mention it again, I enjoy cooking.  Takes my mind off everything and I’m just thinking about my end product as I cook.  And last night it was yummy fried rice.

GODMOTHER DUTIES

I’m godmother to my friend’s son.  I’ve known this friend since university and we’ve been friends ever since.  Her son is her first born.  She’s on number four right now! (well, almost number four)

I’m a terrible godmother.  I share godmother duties with another university friend whom I’m still good friends with as well.  We always have good intentions of spending more time with this child, but we always fail miserably at it.  I live closest to them and I still don’t see them often, and I need to make more of an effort.  Especially after seeing them yesterday for their youngest daughter’s birthday.  It was so good to see them.

At the beginning of this year we proposed that we would babysit the kids every other month for them so that a) we could spend more time with the kids and b) give them a date night out by themselves, something they apparently haven’t had in 7 years.  After about 3 attempts of trying to get a date we could all agree on, it just didn’t work out.  But, at least this time it wasn’t our fault, mostly it was because the kids kept getting sick and the timing just wasn’t right.

I only have one godchild and I’m failing miserably in the department of guiding this child.  Soon, he’ll forget I even exist if we continue our pattern of only seeing these kids 2 – 3 times a year.  I’d like to see them at least 6 – 10 times a year.

I’m known to be hard on myself, typically, but I think this assessment of my poor godmother duties is accurate.  I’m really going to try harder, I really am, I love seeing them.  Yesterday was great, even though there were hundreds of kids around, it was nice spending time with them.  And, her husband makes a mean bbq, so that helps too..LOL.  😀