Working out, then Pizza

I know I should work out then get pizza. So I didn't. I just got the pizza. And it made me realize how much I love pizza. And I miss it. I try to eat right, exercise regularly (and I do, depending on your definition of regularly). So, since I try to be good I like to go crazy. Last night eat at the silver diner where I feasted on onion rings, meat loaf, mashed potatos, and corn. I washed it all down with a chocolate shake. Thank God you were in my car on the way home, or in the Bersack household when I dropped that bomb. (Side note: I write about pooping a lot but since no one reads my blog, I won't stop.)

So, yes. I just finished my third slice. It was fucking delicious. I should go workout.
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Rockstar vs Groupie

So, in my mind, there are two types of people. Rockstars and Groupies. A Rockstar, by definition is someone who is above and beyond. Great at what they do. Some one who rocked it. Those that don't reach Rockstar status are just Groupies. A Groupie is someone who is just there. Nothing special. They don't stand out. They sit and watch the Rockstars work.

Today, I felt like a groupie. Here's why...this past Friday I have my review with my two bosses (you can read the post before this to see how I felt before going into the meeting). To my surprise, it went really well. It was about an hour and ten minutes. Twenty of those minutes were spent on my performance (good) and what I need to work on (taking phone numbers when I take messages). So going into this week, I wanted to work those things that need improvement. I have been taking phone numbers for everyone. And I took a phone number when a client called her looking for my boss. I told her, he was out but would be back later and she said that she would just send him an email. I was adamant about getting her number (Can I have your digits? Can I get 'em?) and she finally gave it to me. I wrote the number down and did nothing with it. I was copied to an email chain where my boss and this client were looking for a good time to catch up. Once a time was decided on, I created the event on my boss' calendar that just said "call this lady" I didn't even think about putting the number in there. Why didn't i put the number on the event? What the hell was I thinking? Clearly, I wasn't thinking, or else I would have done. So needless to say, he had to email the client today asking her to call him because he didn't have the number (due to my Groupie ass who didn't do his job).

What is frustrating about all this is the fact that it is all happening after my review. I asked for more responsibility and my boss' concern is that if I take on more work, I might let things fall through the cracks. Things like this. Fuck! This just sucks. I am a rockstar damn it. Not a groupie. A Rockstar.

And of course, this one little mistake overshadows the amount of work I did for him yesterday and last night. My Boss asked me to do research into the structure of American Idol and HBO's Hard Knocks. No big deal. I can handle that. So, I began my Internet research and once I finished (at midnight last night) I had four pages of structure for him to read. I even came into work early this morning because he was suppose to leave before I usually get in and i wanted to print the pages off for him to take. I got here (I am currently at the office) before anyone else and printed the pages and had them ready for him when he came downstairs to pack him briefcase. All of that excellent (if I do say so myself) work will be forgotten I can assure you. Damn it.

Nerves plus Mexican equal "Bad idea"

So, in about forty minutes I am sitting down with my big boss and my little boss. I plan to discuss my performance so far, taking on added responsibility as well as a raise. I am very nervous for some reason. Mainly, I am not sure what my bosses will say if I ask for a raise. Its not like I am unhappy with my job. I love my job. I just don't feel challenged or that I am being used to my full potential. Also, my current monetary rate per week was what they offered me 10 months ago. I accepted that rate because I didn't know what the job entailed, but now that I am in the full swing of things, I feel I deserve more money.

So, I planned to go to lunch with Renee and discuss strategy on how to bring up the raise in the conversation but my little boss joined us, so then I couldn't talk about it. For lunch, we went to a local Mexican place. In hindsight, not a good idea. I eat my weight in food and washed it down with a soda. All of that on top of my coffee this morning, needless to say, come 3:30 my stomach was singing and my colon was about to burst. I end to the communal bathroom and dropped the nastiest, grossest, loudest bomb. It smelled and was disgusting. And that is saying a lot coming from the guy who produced said "magic turd." Anyway, after I finished, I thought I should light a match but I didn't have any matches with me, so I had to leave the fan running and pray that no one goes in there for the next twenty minutes.

I just heard the toilet flush, 'Sorry to whoever is in there. My bad...but I am only human.'

I hope my conversation goes as smoothly as that poo. Just not as loud or smelly.

A Liberal in a Republican Family

I am thinking about spinning that title into its own blog, but I don't see my wonderfully conservative family enough to warrant a whole blog. I do spend enough time to give them their own blog posts though. So, here it is.

My family is very Republican. Very. During the election, or shortly right after my little cousin Harrison (who was eight at the time) run up to me at Thanksgiving and said, "Why did you vote for Obama?" and I replied, "I just did." He said all this through watery eyes, like I had just kicked his dog and run over his cat. It would have been on the verge of heartbreaking, if I didn't think that his political views stem from listening to his father talk about how a Republican is the only person who can run this country the proper way. Right after the election and Obama's win, everyday I was at the family farm for Thanksgiving, I had to defend Obama and his "plans" for the next year. It was so damn annoying. I am not Obama's PR guy. I do not have to defend him. I voted for him, and so did millions of other Americans who thought he was a better candidate than McCain.

So, for this trip to the family farm in Michigan I embraced my Republican side. I didn't have a sweatshirt (I had only brought J.Crew sweaters) so I put one my mom took from my grandpa. See Picture below. I went out and my uncles and cousins and I shot some skeet.
I was not bad, but I certainly am not going to win any marksmen contests.