Day of Adventures: Thriller, Party Planning and more!

As you can tell from the yellow/weird punctuation/weird font in my last post, Blogger beat me in a battle of wits. I won the round where my post wasn’t showing up at all (black on black) by changing it to yellow, but then Blogger came back with a fierce fight and parried my many attempts to make the text white and normal and sans little yellow squares. You won this time, Blogger. But watch yourself.

Yesterday was one of those evil days where, given the option, I would prefer to be chased down by the zombies in Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” video than deal with work zombies. Those guys may look freaky, but at least I know the moves to their dance. I’m not going to go into details, but it’s sufficient to say that I am now cowering in my cubicle, waiting for my boss to come talk to me about being a team player. It’s not hard to be a team player with the “Thriller” zombies, because they don’t throw in new moves to psych you out and prove their superiority. They dance as one, to create a mass, terrifying dynamic. The only Zombie Overlord appears to be The Zombie MJ, and I think if I bought him a cup of coffee (human brains?), he’d probably be okay to deal with. They’re all just there to freak people out, ya know? I guess Zombie Communism is a good idea “in theory”, but not in real life, right? The Conclusion to my Zombies vs. Human rant? Office Politics! GAH!

Time Lapse:
It is now afternoon. The talk with the boss wasn’t bad at all, it lasted less than a minute and I explained *calmly* that had I known that I was expected to work a different shift when I was told (not asked) that I was covering the EA’s vacations, I would have mentioned it sooner, but as it stands, I can’t work past 4:30. Sorry. No dice. Family stuff, blah blah blah. He responded calmly that Wicked Witch #1 threw in that monkey wrench, and he completely understood. WOO! Then an accounting lady came up to me and “encouraged” me to apply for a posting that they have coming open! WOOHOO! Other adventures this morning included me asking the Social Committee who they had booked to cater the staff Christmas party in just over a month. They didn’t know. In fact, they’d totally forgotten about a caterer. So I dictated and was stern and after much persuasion/bribery/threats we were able to book one *phew* and then? They made me chair of the Social Committee. What… the hell? They claim it’s due to my slick (anal-retentive) organizational skills and my “pretty emails”… oh yes. This brings my Strange Talent Count to Three: Pretty emails, fun mixed CD covers and my miraculous ability to make babies on the bus stop crying. *shrug* It’s what I do. Anyway, I’m okay with it because it’ll look smokin’ on a resume to get into an Event Coordination career, and also? I love this kind of thing. Love, love, love planning, to a disturbing degree… I can see you all nodding out there as you read this… “uh huh, I know.” And planning parties? Fabulous. I love the little details and the adrenaline, and standing there coolly, looking fabulous in a little dress, watching as the party flourishes around me. Gillian: Extreme Party Planner. Yeah, that’s me ;)

That’s all for now ;)
~g~