Corporate Compliance Blows

From almost 7 years I have endured the guilt of working in an environment that believes that dedication means no less that 60 hours a week. They have little compassion for balanced lives.

They're mission statement:
You'll be a success as long as your top priority is your job.

Are you looked down upon for wanting to work 9 hours day? And is this trend something that can be stopped? How do we as workers get around the guilt and persecution for the need to set aside work at the appropriate time?

Do most companies function this way? Or are there company's out there that believe that people need balance and they are not disposable and neither are there personal lives.

I need some help. I don't ask for help very often but I need opinions from my Corporate America brothers and sisters.

Yard gnomes beware

I Y my weed eater
I ask everyone this question...is it so wrong to love such a wonderful device?

I actually caught my self day dreaming about the usage of my newest lawn tool, my precious Ryobi interchangeable head weed wacker while at work. Ahh all that time we'll spend, edging and trimming. I never knew the pure pleasure of putting the finishing touches around my yard. The only thing I can compare it to is the experience I used to have as a child of coloring inside all the shapes of a picture in a coloring book and then outline each shape with a hard dark line. It just solves all the worlds problems (sad isn't it)

I also love the faces of all of my retired neighbors when I come out in boots, cammo pants and a tank and goggles' and just tear my yard up. It's like I'd like to tell-'em "stop with your staring and pull up a lawn chair 'cause I've got some grass to chew"

To sum it up, you ain't a real woman 'til you smell like fuel and you've felt the sting of trimming wire on your shins.

What happens at Happy Karaoke, stays at Happy Karaoke

So, I had a revelation this past Sat. night. I discovered that I am doing a great injustice to this world if I continue repressing my true purpose in life. I'm destine to become one of the worlds greatest karaoke singers. The song in me can keep silent no longer.

The music beast awoke in me as I discovered private karaoke singing rooms. These rooms are the truest test of friendship one can endure. If you can make it in the trenches of this small, echo filled, tambourine equipped room, well then you've made your self a friend.

And the awards go to:

Matthew - MVP (Dude you can kill a song but the passion pulls you though every time -rrragh)
Sunny - Best New Artist (You have the pitch of Norah Jones, you can carry a tune through a pile of hot coals)
Brian - Most karaoke-man like behavior (that's until you threaten to wrap the mic cord around Matthew's neck)

If I abandon my job, I can be found in booth 8 in a bright orange building on the east side of the city - just listen for the echo of Sade's "Smooth Operator"

Things I haven't said to Sarah....

Dear Sarah,
(Let me start with my 2 formal apologies.)
I want to begin this letter to you buy apologizing for not calling you back the last 2 times you've call. I'm sorry. There's no excuse and I've got it on my top priority list to correct this, after all I want to talk to you desperately.

Second, I've failed you in not sending you a graduation card/gift. I keep reasoning that I'll get to see you soon and that I'll express it in person. And in doing this, I have ignored it all together. Not good.

But let me say that I am so proud that your one of my closest, best friends. I am honored to know you and confided in your friendship! You're so sweet and thoughtful, and best of all, your adventurous, faithful spirit renews me each time we talk!
I hope your enjoying your time in Boston... and I'm calling soon!

your friend,
Tiff

Section 120, Row 13, Seat 5

An almost rainy night at Turner field turned into a great night for a Braves game...
We, my sister, niece and bro-n-law went to the game in celebration of my sisters b-day which is this week.
The seats we're the best we'd all had, very close - just a little behind 3rd. We had to be watchful and fearful of fly balls coming to wreak havic on the 2 non-athletic girls in the family. it was kind of stressful at times but altogether fun.

Concessions of choice: Hot dog, chips, dc, and best of all - Dipp'n freak'n dots - they rock and should be sold at the grocery store mind you.




Happy Birthday Sis!
I would have snap your photo but-cha kept leaning out of the shot.