Bed Bugs – Working from Home

I was going to post a picture with this until I google’d Bed Bugs, hit images and was thoroughly grossed out!

Regardless, that is not my point. My point it that tomorrow while you’re all at work, I will be in pj pants, on my couch, watching tv with my lap top on my lap. Our building has bed bugs and my floor and one other floor were asked to work from home tomorrow and Friday before the floors are sprayed on Saturday. Sweet! I’ll take it!

My Favorite Email Today:

Rep: In other news, I have a table reserved at the ‘Pumpkin Carving & Pumpkin Ale Night’ at [bar] and would like to extend an invitation to both of you. You get to carve your own pumpkin and indulge on the finest pumpkin beer around. Free candy corn too.

Me: I think Pumpkin carving sounds awesome. Count me in!

Rep: [My teammate's name]? (As in, are you coming?) Instead of carving, you can pretend the pumpkin is a rep and stab it profusely, I won’t be offended.

Booger Wiper

Someone has recently taken to wiping their boogers on the back of one of the bathroom stall doors at work. I mean, seriously, the toilet paper is right there! It’s really gross. I’m considering putting a note on the back of the stall door similar to these.

Or maybe I should just join in? Maybe said person would enjoy the help?

Sea Island Weekend

About a week ago I received an invite from a vendor I am working with to go to Sea Island, GA. With a guest. Completely on them. It looks beautiful and sounds so amazing. I wish my conscience thought the felt the same way. All I can imagine when I try to think about saying yes, is sitting in my advertising ethics class in college and I just can’t bring myself to RSVP. I wish I felt ok about going, I’m sure the weekend would be so fun!

The Knot Cookies

So I was sitting here at my desk, trying to get some of my work done when one of the girls at reception calls me and says I have a package? Me? I wasn’t expecting anything. I went up and got this box that said Eleni’s on the outside. I then determined it was from the site, The Knot. I got back to my desk, opened it up and found the most adorable cookies! They are themed to be representative of the property and are so adorable! I just had to share.

Busy busy busy

And not in a Kurt Vonnegut sort of way.

I apologize for my lack of posting this week. I am drowning in work but promise to post as soon as I can.

Express and Local Elevators

I work in an office where our company has 16 or 17 floors. Getting in the elevator first thing in the morning and around 5:30, you’re sure to stop at almost every floor. It’s kind of annoying, but what can you do?

There is something that happens in New York that is unique (in my knowledge) to this city and it’s one of those little charms I love. When you’ve stopped at 4 or 5 floors in a row, someone will inevitably, heavily sigh. Then someone else will remark that “we’ve caught the local.” This, of course is a reference to the subway (local trains stop at every station, express trains stop only at the major stations), which is why this only works in New York. This morning there was an entire conversation in the elevator about how we need express elevators.

These comments and conversations make me smile and I love that the city of New York seems to have its own little inside elevator joke.

Escalators

So if you’ve ever ridden an escalator in New York you probably know you stand on the right and you walk on the left.

When I get off the train in the am I try to be the first one out the doors so I can be the first one to the escalator, otherwise I end up getting stuck behind someone who just wants to stand there or takes 10 seconds for 2 stairs. This annoyance of mine has led me to a theory. I theorize that these people who stand on the escalator, rather than walk up it (all knee and back problems aside) most likely hate their jobs. I walk up because I want to get to work. They stand because they don’t want to go to work. It’s that much more time before sitting down in front of their computers.

So, I have decided that these people who stand on the escalator either have no where to be or are that much less happy with their lives than myself. I think it sounds like a reasonable take away. If you want to get where you’re going you will show it in the speed with which you try to get there.

I might not have hit the nail head on, but I think it’s food for thought.

I always wanted to teach

When I was little and you asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I said a teacher. Sometimes I still want to be a teacher. I can’t handle little kids for very long though. I’ve always wanted to teach high school english. 10th or 11th grade.

I think that if at any time in the soon to near future (I know it’s not likely, but it’s still possible) I somehow end up jobless that I will seriously look into teaching. I know that I would need a teaching certificate, but I’m not sure what else is necessary. I think it’s something I would really enjoy.

A new step on my path

So this path of mine I have been forging will be changing in a week.  I have resigned from my current job and am starting fresh somewhere else.  I am staying in New York and it is the same as what I do now, it’s just a new company with a lot of opportunity.

I am sad to leave my current position because of a few select people I work with.  There are, however, enough bad things about my job that I am looking forward to what’s next.  When your boss won’t speak to you and attempts to take away your responsibilities, that is troubling and frustrating – and that’s how you know it’s time to move.  I will always cherish this job, as it was my first, but this move will be good for me and if the people I work with here care about me as much as I care about them they will be happy and excited for me.  All the while, I am sad to go.