Doing the Right Thing

I was really compelled to come to work Thursday 30 minutes late. I didn't leave until 7:30 Wed night, the caterers weren't coming in until 7:00 am, and the client wouldn't be in until 8:30. So what would it hurt if I didn't come in until 6:30? I kept telling myself it would be fine. In the end, I was still here at 6:00 am - in the dark, by myself for no real reason.

I blame the following for this:

1. My liberal arts education and the 40 ethics classes I was forced to take in order to graduate.
2. My parents who have an insane work ethic (well, they did when they worked).
3. My constant need to always be right - I can't complain about other people cutting their day short when I do it too.

Somehow I doubt anyone else would have had such a bad internal struggle over 30 minutes that no one would miss.

You Can't Stop the Beat

So I started teaching a teen tap class this year. At first they were all so quiet and shy. Now that they are opening up, I wish they would be shy again. Anyway, did you know that 7-9th graders don't know how to make a circle? They just stared at me when I said, that's not a circle. I mean, I get it, they are growing and have no control over their limbs, but apparently they also have no spacial recognition. The worst is that I remember this horribly awkward age....and I maybe had some pretty huge bangs during that time too. At least their hair is better. However, I'm willing to bet that in several years that will look back and pictures and their kids will say, "mom, where are your pants?"

Don't Diagram Angry

In a stunning turn of events during yesterday's staff meeting, I felt the need to be right. Ok, nothing about this is stunning, but nonetheless, I felt the need to prove I was right. It's rather stupid really. Thursday we have a client appreciation event and I wanted to set up the room one way, while another esteemed colleague disagreed. Where it went downhill was when I was told there was only two feet between the wall and the screen.

Naturally, I did what any other lunatic would do. We left staff meeting, and I proceeded to make a diagram for the way I wanted the room set up. Then I maybe took it a wee bit too far by showing the measurements of the Corner of Controversy.

This morning, said esteemed colleague is not speaking to me. I think the worst part is that I don't care. I was right. Don't make up arguments that don't even make sense and that I can disprove at a moments notice. Sorry you're a sore loser.

Sweaty Mess

In an attempt to not be as white as my wedding gown, I have started using the Jergen's Natural Glow. As you may or may not know, I went back to teaching tap this year. So on Tuesday, about 3/4 of the way through my first class, I notice a dark spot on the side of my neck. I thought, that's weird and kept teaching. A few minutes later, it had moved and then it hit me. My tanning lotion was running. I spent the next hour and 15 minutes trying to casually wipe it away without anyone noticing. The adults would have been hysterical and the teenagers would have lost their mind. For the rest of class I was just hoping that the orange/brown dye wouldn't bleed through my white jacket - for all the world to see my self tanning disaster.

I rushed home from the studio and peeled the jacket away from my skin in front of the mirror. Wow, the jacket was still white. Apparently, only the lotion on my neck ran. I was thankful and weirded out all at the same time. Does my neck sweat that much more than the rest of me??

I can't stop stupid

This is one of the hardest lessons that I am still trying to learn. You see, my dad didn't put up with stupid...or crying for that matter. I grew up in a household that you are always prepared for anything that you may need or that anyone else may forget. This has continued into my professional life. On a subconscious level, the more prepared I am will make up for your lack of intelligence.

Here is a perfect example. The parking deck is closed. You can A. park on the surface lot or B. sit in front of the gate and just wonder what has happened. Well, based on the fact that I am even blogging about this, I bet you can guess what happened. That's right - I found the caterers this morning parked in front of the gate wondering why no one was here yet. Seriously? did you not notice that you drove through the gate at the entrance to the parking lot? Did you not see the cars parked in the lot? Did you not know that the building had a front door? Why are you so stupid?

It is my job to make sure the client is happy. While I personally feel like this doesn't include babysitting grown adults who should be able to handle the most basic problem solving, I can't always anticipate everything that will happen. I need you to think on your own just a little bit.

Goes Together Like Peanut Butter'n Jelly

A wee bit ago, my friend Kelli got married to this great guy. I mean really, he is truly a great guy. During her wedding reception, a toast was given that referenced that Kelli and Evan went together like Peanut Butter and Jelly. Then I see all of these about the dangers of peanut butter and how it has been banned from schools. Don't get me wrong, my dear sarcastic friends, I am all for this one. No one child's life should ever be put in danger over a sandwich or a snack. Although I think this is a great way to kill off any coworkers you may need to remove.

So anyway, to my point. I have a feeling that years from now, no one will have ever eaten peanut butter and jelly. This will become a reference like the pot calling the kettle black or colder than a tin toilet in the Ukon (I learned this from a former boss). Goes together like peanut butter and jelly will become something that you haven't actually experienced, but something that you can imagine would be very fitting.

Enough of this already - I'm going to get a snack.

It's Almost Here!

I've really tried not to bore all three of you with constant blogging about my wedding planning. But just in case you forgot...I'm getting married in 29 days! Crazy right? It's been lots of fun, but all those brides who blog about how sad they are that the planning is over and how they just don't have any idea what to do after the wedding are insane. They need a hobby. I'm personally looking forward to ultimately glamorous things like cooking and not "fitting in" time to spend with friends. I want to be addicted to Pinterest like everyone else. I want to leave weird comments on Facebook and people not assume I'm stressed about the wedding. Let me assure you - 90%  of my stress comes from work. I want to watch a marathon of TV shows that I don't even like.

While the planning process has been fun, I'm actually not sad for it to be over. It being over means I will be married...and if Fabio ever finishes painting the condo-then I will be living with him and complaining about dog hair on my clothes for the rest of my life. Isn't that really what every girl wants?

Whiny Pants

I have a cold. To you it is probably just an average cold. To me, it is a near death experience. For three days now, all I have wanted to do is sleep. The least little bit of physical activity has me all sweaty and ready to cry. I think the real problem is that it has been so long since I've been sick that I have forgotten how to function. There have been moments that I simultaneously hear myself whining and my mom telling to me suck it up. Sadly, she is right - I need to suck it up. Buuuuttt I don't feeeeelll good :(