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Monday, May 31, 2010

Call Girl for a Night

My one and only night as a Call Girl was very interesting.  It began with the first call at around 5PM.  Nice, well modulated voice.  Sounded like a young, no-nonsense, executive.
"Hi Kelsey, I'm here at the Embassy Suites by the Paradise Mall."  
My obvious response, "Who is this?"
"This is ____."  Sounding slightly amused
"I don't know a ___."  Not amused at all.  
"You posted your number on the internet."  Now with slight confusion.
"Well, I have had this number for 5 years and this is not Kelsey.  Try 602 instead."  Obviously perturbed.
"Okay."  Genuinely baffled by my tone and verbiage.
Well, that was ridiculous.  
7 phone calls later over a 3 hour period from 7 separate polite, articulate men asking for Kelsey that I responded to in similar fashion and then I realized that the hard working woman had incorrectly posted my number as hers and I was the beneficiary of a lot of misplaced love...hmmm.
True Story per May 27, 2010.
Trish-alicious for one night.



Thursday, May 27, 2010

Multiple Blogs

I find most of us are working with more than one blog these days.  Since they serve different purposes it is difficult to combine them.  How are you doing with yours?
Here is an update to my SU business blogtp://www.stampinup.net/esuite/home/trishalger/blog?directBlogUrl=/blog/2019194/entry/old_olive   
I love, love, love my Old Olive as you can tell.
What is your favorite color?
Toodles,
-Trish-delish 

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Freedom to Be Me Too

Well here is the next installment of how/why I am now free to be me.
The 1st blog showed the ins and outs of my work situation.  This blog examines me, myself, and I.
Living in my physical skin has become difficult as time marches on.  Too much weight, neglected exercise, and toxin-ed to the gills.  Apparently my metabolism has been napping for a few years. Dr. Hampton NMD has done a great job in setting me on the right track, but I realized over the course of months that I didn't feel like me anymore...physically.
Many internal conversations with myself, a 90 minute confab with the good Dr., and a confirmation call with the best husband in the world and I knew I needed to recapture me.
This course of action included scrutinizing all avenues of who Trish is/was/will be.  Physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, creative, and any esoteric area left unmentioned.
Physically-diet, exercise, detox...check.  Mentally-garbage in garbage out, what makes me happy, natural Lithium...check.  Emotionally-hormones under control, de-stressers in place, drama-free zone...check.  Spiritually-consistent fellowship, daily Bible study, prayer...check.  Creative-multiple times a day, planned projects, time to dream...check.
Well all is on the road to better then best.  A few side-notes:
It seems that needing an adult beverage before bed is not a good sign of your mental health status.
You do NOT have to endure for endurance's sake.  There is no 1st place trophy.
Never throw the baby out with the bathwater.  But watch where you aim the water at.
You are never too old to change the channel, I choose Lifetime...especially if Valerie Bertinelli plays me.
Toodles for now, my doggies are barking from the 5 miles today.
Trish-tastic

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Freedom to Be Me

Hmmmm...a very ambitious title to be sure.  I do not believe I will actually achieve this aim until I am dead since we are in process until that infinitesimal speck of time has our soul separated from our fleshly cage.  Fleshly is a very gucky sounding word.  It resonates, usually negatively.
Anyways (for those Mr. Hartung fans), at my previous place of employment-cue week 3 of gainful unemployment- I could not be me.  
There are several facets to this:
1.  The work itself is self-defeating, you will not be able to complete the tasks set before you.  I believe they wish for the work to be completed but either the training/tools/resources are inadequate or incomplete and/or the staff is now in a state of apathy and cannot assist themselves or the rest of the department.  Hence...2 years later and the same issues apply.
2.  Goals achieved or challenges overcome are not rewarded, even verbally.  Feedback is essential for the care and feeding of the employee.
3.  Political Correctness -PC- is blinder than Lady Justice.  The "rules" apply unevenly.  My opinions will offend, but I am obliged to tolerate that which deeply offends and sometimes disturbs.  They will never know the real me in that office environ.
4.  Wading  with piranhas is not as fun as it sounds.  Like my favorite magnet states; "Raising children is like being pecked to death by a chicken".  Piranhas are nibbling their way to shark status, but the bites still hurt and the accumulation leads to an eventual transfusion in order to live.  I for one do not wish to navigate my entire life wearing a suit of armor.  It is heavy, awkward, hot, rusts easily, and no one will ever see me...ever!  And I do not wish to contemplate too much on how knights went to the bathroom.  Yuck. 
5.  Friend today, speed bump tomorrow.  It is inevitable, you will find yourself thrown under the bus voluntarily or otherwise.  Wise as serpents...makes it hard to access the dove within.
6.  Misery breeds contempt.  The lowest feeling in the joint is the lowest common denominator for a reason...we love to wallow, especially corporately.
7.  You are expendable, trust me on this.  Mud will ooze over an opening like lava rushing to the sea.  And yes they will find it easy to forget whatever you did for them.  Tomorrow is another day indistinguishable from any other.
***One major change to recapture me****
Becoming Trish