The beautiful tapestry we call elevator music.

"I need you now....more than words can say, I need you now, gotta to find a way.....I need you now, before I lose my mind, I need you now.... "

That is the song playing over the speakers at the dealership. Our manager has a "no country music" policy. This would sound logical except that we live in MONTANA.

So, we get to travel the channels of XM each day to break up the week. Today is apparently love songs. There is a difference in songs about love and 1970's love songs, which will in fact drive me to suicide, not so much into the arms of love.

Next on the docket is Maroon 5, then Jewel, both of which I can get behind, then some 70's crap, earlier they played King Tut, by Steve Martin.
Really, do these music channels have an agenda? Do they want to drive the everyday worker to start working efficiently, work a little faster, dream of the hundreds of ways to kill themselves, then put the worker to sleep? What the hell kind of work day is that? Oh and lest we not forget, the finale, Cherry Pie, really, Warrant?
Time to go home.

WTF?

This was what my daughter did tonight when left to her own devices and markers. Really, there is nothing else to say.

Does it help to be a woman in your current job?

When I was hired in my current position, I was told my employer liked to have a woman in that office. They aren't hiring only women however, if they found one they liked, they preferred a woman to a man. That is OK with me. That is an honest answer, and when we live in such a politically correct world, I respect the honesty.
Let me make one thing clear, my current employers are smart, they wouldn't hire a woman just for the sake of hiring a woman in this office, but it does influence who they decide to hire.

So, I was on the phone yesterday with a gentlemen who I do some computer and social media work for. He has an upcoming project that will require an account manager, something someone can do from home, but it helps that the person is happy, sweet, smart & preferably a woman, because it "disarms"  the customers.

The question is, are you  offended to be hired partially on your gender? Some women may be offended. They may only want to be considered on their merits, however, does the fact that women are more disarming than men count as part of your "merits". Obviously with my previous statements I am not in any way offended by this concept. Judgements are made, if you like it or not, especially when the customer can only hear you, and not see you. (phone accounts, etc.)

My personality works well for me. It always has and it opens doors. I saw a bumper sticker once that said "Well behaved women, seldom make history."  Maybe, I won't be front page on the New York times for being pleasant, happy and understanding of my customers, but I will be a top producer for my company, because I am nice and people like me. Simple as that.

My Boob fell.. enough said.

Because my husband has been in town for two weeks and doing the mothering, I have not had as much stress resulting in less and less stories about my children and my insane working life.With this new evolution, it is time I bring my friends experiences into my blog. (Maybe I should just apologize now )

I got a call from a friend the other day. The call went like this:
Her: "Hey, my boob fell."
Me: "What, your boob fell? Like down by your belly button fell or just a little droopy."
Her: " Like by my bell button fell. You have to come over and see it."

Now I will stop right now to say my friend was a survivor of breast cancer and had a mastectomy on her left side. Had reconstructive surgery and has an implant, in her left  breast.

So, I run over to her house, she explains to me that in the previous night ( she sleeps with her left arm above her head ) she rolled over and an excruciating pain woke her.
The next morning she gets up and her implant has moved down the front of her and looks more like a shoulder pad laying just beneath the skin. She went onto say that it doesn't hurt and she was going to wait for her insurance to roll over before going into the surgeon. Yes, I know that makes no sense. She needs to see her doctor, but for just one minute I was grateful to be the friend she could call and we could laugh at her breast falling towards her belly button.