2 posts tagged “taped from an earlier telecast”

...this weekend - Yes!  The only reason I'm happy is that I "get" an extra hour of sleep!  This is huge to me considering I don't get enough sleep at all.  And, I know it's my fault.  My sleep habits are really bad and I totally own up to it.  The worst thing is that I'm passing these bad habits on to my son.  (Bad mommy, bad mommy!)

I wake up - or rather, my alarm wakes me up - at 6:20 am.  In reality, I don't actually get up out of the bed for another 15 minutes.  Once I'm up and have my coffee, I'm all go go go.

Fast forward to afternoon, in the office, imagining the worst 3:00 slump ever.  It doesn't help that my dietary habits are bad also but at this point in time, I've had my daily requirements (& then some) of salt, sugar, carbs and caffeine.  I'm sitting at my desk, the sound of the fan whirring at my feet, the lull of my computer and the drop in my blood sugar are nothing but an invitation to nap.  Being that I have an office once again, it's tempting to shut the door and take advantage, but with my luck, one of the stuffed shirts will come by and crash in on me snoring away.  So, what do I do?  I ingest more caffeine.  Or sugar.  Or, in most cases, both.  Good times...

Back at home, I'm cooking/finding/making dinner, going through mail, paying bills, checking email, putting dishes away and catching my shows.  Ninety-nine percent of the time, I squeeze in a nap during that time.  Yes, I said a nap.  Unfortunately, this "nap" usually starts at 9:00 and ends at 11:30.  This is bad.  This is bad on at least a couple of levels.  First, it cuts into my quality sleep time.  I sleep soundly for a couple hours, wake up and finish my chores and go to bed at sometimes 2:00 or 3:00 a.m.  Secondly, it's a bad example for my son, who like me, has turned into a notorious night owl.  Not a good habit for anyone.

So now, with the "extra" hour of sleep I'll get this weekend, it will make all the difference in the world, right?

Uncle Oscar

I know Academy Award season is over, but I'm talking about the performances that occur on a daily basis.  For me.  At work. I can't help but think of work even when I'm not at work because I'm like a programmed robot that way.  Sad, but true.

After being in the same job for almost 6 years, I realized that this isn't the right fit for me.  I mean, I've obviously done it satisfactorily for all these years, but it's just not me.  If someone had warned me, I mean, told me upon consideration of this position that I would need to 1) always be peppy 2) be a kiss-ass 3) show that I'm always happy regardless of who smacks me around 4) be a yes man (or woman, as the case may be) 5) smile until it hurts and 6) basically be as fake as fake can be then I wouldn't have taken the job.  Seriously!  I'm really hating it. 

I'm the one who, instead of being all up in your face and chatty, am naturally reserved.  Oh, this cannot do for my job.  I have to be up in everyone's face and look happy and glad to be there.  People who know me know how painful this is to do.  But, method? Acting!  Brilliant! /SNL  The thing is, if I tried to act all peppy and upbeat, then it comes off as being very forced.  And that's not exactly the message one wants to send out as an embassador for the firm, if you will.  What gets me by is turning my snarkiness into something that works. I become very sarcastic (without people actually knowing) and respond with "fabulous!" everytime someone asks me how I'm doing.  The irony not only cracks me up, but it makes some people laugh (the ones who know me and know the b.s. that's all about), and the others who wonder what I'm actually up to.  Kinda makes me look like a big masochist.  Which pretty much sums up the job description.  Non-masochists need not apply.

If you're wondering why I'm still there, refer to the post below this entitled "I Quiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"

But, I'm hoping that as with other "good" things, this too will soon come to an end.  I mean, I've become the unintentional actor and becoming quite adept at the craft.  If someone were to ask me what I did for a living, I could honestly say "acting" but unfortunately, I couldn't really back it up with anything noteworthy.  I could surreptitiously say that I perform daily at the Newport Beach Center of the Performing Arts, but with my luck, there would be such a place and I'd be called out on it!  Fortunately, I can come home every day and be back to my normal, subdued, snarktastic self.  So until someone offers me big bucks to work from home, shop for a living and pay for me to contstantly write in my blog, I might as well joing the union and get my SAG card.