Work Complaints

I work for a pretty small company, maybe about 25ish people. I’d like to say that most of us get along since we’re all around the same age. In a small company, I believe that you should really watch out for each other, there shouldn’t be the cut throat competition that you see in larger companies. I’d like to say that most of my coworkers are like that.

But I ran into a bit of shadiness the other day. As you know, I travel a lot for work. As of late, my travel schedule hasn’t been TOO busy, so my calendar is pretty flexible. I recieved a call from one of our sales people and she had asked that I keep a certain week free and pencil her in, but that it wasn’t set in stone yet with her client. I said sure.

Then I was on a call with some prospective clients and another sales person, and they had asked for the same week. The sales person had asked if I had that week free, and I told her that the other salesperson was working on a deal that week. ‘Do they have something signed?’ she asked. I said no. So then she told the clients on the phone, ‘If you get your papers signed before they do, that there’s nothing they can do but reschedule.’ It’s not like she tried to negotiate another day, or that she’d get back to them after working something out with the other salesperson, she tried to go in and steal that week from the other salesperson.

I should have just said that I was busy that week.

So now the whole thing has blown up, with both of them at odds with each other, one saying that she had that week first, the other saying that without something signed, she shouldn’t commit my time. It’s so ugly.

I’m glad I’m not in sales.

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Yesterday I went to Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse with my client. It was about 6pm when we got there, and it didn’t look like it was busy at all. We went to the hostess (which was actually 3 women standing around waiting for someone to come in) and asked if they took reservations, in case it was a reservation only place. The woman looked in a book, looked around, and said seriously, ‘We may be able to fit you in.’ And she wasn’t trying to make a joke. I looked around, and the place was almost empty. She then asked, ‘Can I have your last name?’ And my client spelled out her last name, ‘M-O-N-T-E-R-O’. (of course I’m not putting her real last name here). The hostess wrote it down, asked us if we’ve been there before, and and scribbled something onto a yello post-it. She then handed it to another hostess, who took a look at it, then handed it to another hostess. The last hostess took a look at it, and said outloud, ‘Montero? Party of two?’ and looked around to find our party. And we were the only ones there….she had been standing there the whole time while this was happeneing. It was so funny I wanted to laugh out loud…were they trying to look busy? It was obvious that the place was empty!

It reminded me of that one scene in ‘Meet the Parents’ when he’s trying to get on the plane and the attendent said he couldn’t get on because they were only calling rows 10-20, even though there was no one else waiting for the flight.

Hanging Out in Jersey

I don’t have a rental care while here in Jersey, so basically I’m stuck here in my hotel room. I was thinking of getting a lot of site work done, but I’ve gotten sucked into movies on cable. Earlier today, I watched ‘The American President’, which was a very cute movie. But I missed the end of it since I was on the phone. After that, I toggled between Law and Order and Freaky Friday. The latter won in the remote control war. It was a really cute movie.

Now I’m watching Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. I love that you can catch this show on TV almost every time you turn on the TV. I think Helen Slater is in this one, but I’m not sure. If it is, she’s gotten old. Remember her as Supergirl and in The Legend of Billie Jean? Great 80’s hits right there….right now she looks like the love child of Courtney Cox and Ellen Degeneres.

I don’t know if I’ve been to this Jersey client since I’ve started blogging. This client was one of the first client sites I went to, long ago when I first started traveling, maybe about 4 or 5 years ago. My main contact here is one of my favorite clients. She’s the sweetest lady. She had just had her first child when I first went out here, and her second child is already a year old. If I was to have a mom that was a client, it would be her. She is the sweetest Italian Joisey lady and we always have a lot of good laughs together. I always enjoy my time here and she always makes me welcome.

It’s so weird, knowing a client for so long. She’s known be when I was just a little tadpole in the company, way before me and Dave were engaged. It’s been fun to talk about the changes in our lives since we first met. We have a great working relationship, and this is the kind of consulting engagement that I don’t mind being at….

But I’m still a little homesick.

Not the Only One

It would be an understatement to say that I’ve had a hard time adjusting since I’ve been home. My life is so completely different now from when I left here in August. Everything is the same, yet everything is different. It’s a whole new world for me.

But all that is for a post on another day, I still need time to sort out what I’m going through.

I know part of it is that Chicago just isn’t the same without my mom. She lingers everywhere I go, in so many of the faces that I see.

I watched the E! biography on Mike Myers, one of my favorite funny men. His father died during the height of his career, and they mentioned it took him three years to get through depression. Three years! In a weird way, when I saw it, I thought to myself, ‘I totally understand.’ Before, I would have felt bad for him that it took so long to start to come to terms with it. But now, it’s just a sad nod of understanding.

Sometimes I get so caught up in my own thoughts and pain that I often forget to take a step back an see that I’m not the only one that’s lost someone important.

My cousin Melanie, who’s lived next door to me all my life, had posted this on her blog a couple months ago, and I guess I kept it to keep me grounded. Not to wallow in my own pity because there are others out there that are feeling pain, too. Her mother was best friends with my mom, they did everything together….

I think of my aunt often… of course when I see my cousins & uncle, but especially when I look at my mom. My mom always tells me of little incidents… I used to think of them as coincidences, but I would never say that to her face. No sense in ripping on her faith. They’re incidents when my mom feels like my aunt is standing next to her, talking to her, reminding her to do this or that… I guess it’s comforting to my mother to believe that her best friend really does linger there. It’s summer now. . And I’m reminded more and more of my aunt. It’s the season when my mom and my aunt used to spend a lot of time gardening together in our adjoining back yards. I keep expecting her to be sitting out on the porch with my mom, with our two crazy dogs in their laps. I still see her sometimes… bent over the tulips or roses or whatever flowers that she and my mom have just planted… or watering the lawn… or hanging their laundry in our yard… And more recently I see my mom in our back yard planting her garden…alone… and often looking into the my aunt’s garden wishing she were still there to gossip with and laugh with.

The other day I heard her talking to a little bird that was perched on the bird feeder next to her. “Hello Cris…” is all my mom said and went on with her gardening. It was one of those moments that I wanted to capture on film. But to do so would be to disturb the bitter sweetness of the moment… Since my mom didn’t know that I was standing there watching her and this little bird, later she excitedly told me about my aunt’s “visit” and how the bird just sat there for a little while and watched her and she just felt this kind of warmth and that’s when I started to believe that maybe my aunt really does linger there so that my mom wouldn’t feel so lonely…

I think I also keep this one because everytime I read it I cry, just remembering all their adventures together, all the time that they spent gardening, watering the lawns, picking up each other’s kids from school…

Man, I get so depressed when I’m out of town!

Pathways

Phototime Tuesday: Pathways


Into the Woods - Chicago, August 2004

Ten Athletes I Admire

There were just too many to choose from!

Ten Athletes that You Admire

1. Michael Jordan - I’m from Chicago, he had to be my number 1. The best basketball player (and maybe even athlete) ever. As smart a businessman as he is a player.
2. Muhammad Ali - The fire in his eyes is undeniable, you can see it even now, as his body fails him. The spirit is still alive in there. He was brash, arrogant and definitely the greatest.
3. Lance Armstrong - He’s overcome so much and has never let the obstacles in his life stop him from reaching his goals, again and again. And now he’s hooked up with hottie Sheryl Crow.
4. Billie Jean King - Her tennis match against Bobby Riggs showed the world women can beat men at something other than knitting and cooking.
5. Jackie Robinson - He broke the color barriers in the all American sport of baseball. But that was never his intention. He just wanted to play ball.
5. The Williams Sisters - These girls brought women’s tennis to a new level. They’re strong, they’re confident, and they dominate.
6. Walter Payton - Oh Sweetness! As a kid I loved him so much. No one ever played football with as much heart, grace and determination as Payton. Not only that, but he was loved and respected by his fellow team mates, as well as players on other teams.
7. Tiger Woods - Singlehandedly, he turned golf into a COOL sport. Which is a pretty hard task! And he’s pretty cute, too…
8. Pat Tillman - A lot of controversy was made about the media making him a hero, who died in Iraq after giving up a promising football career worth millions. He never wanted to be a hero, he never wanted the attention, he just wanted to do what was right.
9. Dorothy Hamill - Although having her bowlcut haircut throughout my childhood, I still remember wanting to be a figure skater when I was a kid. Even now, no other possesses the grace and beauty that she has when she takes the ice.
10. Olympians - Apolo Ohno, Rusty Smith, Michelle Kwan, Rulon Gardner, Greg Louganis, Jackie Joyner Kersey, Mark Spitz, Mary Lou Retton and thousands who compete knowing that their medal chances are slum…they’re in the sport not for the money, but to become one of the best in the world, to compete against people from all over. Most of them don’t even get paid to train and have to raise the money themselves or get jobs. They don’t have the luxury of corporate sponsorships.

Next Week: Ten Scenes from the Movies that Make You Hot and Bothered, submitted by Amy.

Bye Bye Tagboard!

To those of you that got a pop up ad when coming to my site, sorry, I guess my tagboard was putting that crap up. I’ll look around for another company to do the tagboard with. I think it’s kinda shady that they would do something like that. I understand putting ads up on the tagboard, but having users download something to their machines which could be spywear? Not cool!

Is anyone still getting popups when coming here?

Thank You, Mr. Goodman

Where is Yano this week? Parsippany, NJ

So I’m in New Jersey this week. Got to my hotel room and saw a little box with an envelope next to it on the desk. I looked at the envelope, and it was addressed to Mr. H—- Goodman. Of course, I read the letter in the envelope. The letter says something about how happy the hotel is to have Mr. Goodman return, and how they appreciate his business. Then something about how the box is a show of their gratitude. Without hesitation, I open up the box. Jelly Bellies!!! Well, it’s my room now, and I’m paying, uh, nothing for it, since it’s a business trip, but SOMEONE is paying for me to be in this room, so dammit, I deserve these Jelly Bellies!

Of course, when I called down for my wakeup call, I had to be honest and say that there was a letter here for Mr. Goodman. The front desk then told me to tear it up. I didn’t mention the Jelly Bellies, though.

My trip here was ok. We got here 20 minutes early, and when I got in, I didn’t spot my driver waiting for me at baggage claim. There’s something weird about saying ‘driver’. But the company I’m working for this week got me a driver to pick me up from the airport. It’s cool, because you get to see your name hastily written on those cardboard tents as you come down the escalator, but when you’re not there, the anxiety strikes in. ‘Do I have to get a cab?’ ‘Do I even know where I’m going?’ ‘Is he ever coming?’ Fortunately, I saw him come in a little late, which was actually right on time. It was a nice, comfy ride all the way to hotel.

So here I am, surfing the ‘net and chewing on my Jelly Bellies, though it’s been a while since I’ve had Jelly Bellies, so I keep on picking the crappy flavors. I forget everything else except for the buttered popcorn ones, which, of course, were the first to go.

All thanks to Mr. Goodman.

Shrek 2

It’s very rare that I say that a sequel to the movie is better than the first. I usually have strong feeling for the first go around of a movie, since it’s where the characters are introduced, as well as the reason we even bother going to see the sequel. This is how I felt about “Wayne’s World”, “Star Wars”, and “Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring”. Only “Hot Shots! Part Deux” and “Scary Movie II” surpassed their predecessors. (There are probably others, but I can’t think of any right now). Shrek II can probably join that list.

As much as I loved and enjoyed the first one, the sequel is just plain funnier. There were times where I missed jokes I was laughing so hard. But not only does Shrek II succeed in making the audience laugh, it still has the heart and emotion of the first movie.

Mike Meyers and Cameron Diaz are back as Shrek and Princess Fiona, who are newlyweds and are invited to Fiona’s kingdom of Far Far Away to recieve her parents’ blessing. A love triangle forms when Prince Charming, who was the one who was supposed to break Fiona out of her enchanted spell, comes back into the picture. Throw in a hilarious Eddie Murphy as Donkey and the fairytale characters we grew to love (the Gingerbread man, the three blind mice, the wolf and Pinocchio) and you’ve got a movie worth seeing. There were also some new characters introduced, my favorite being Puss in Boots. When he was first on screen, I was thinking to myself, “Ahh…are they trying to make that cat sound like Antonio Banderas?” Then I found out (it gets obvious later on) that it WAS Antonio Banderas.

I liked it so much, I wouldn’t mind paying to see it again. Of course, me and Fata went to the matinee showing, so we didn’t spend as much. Well, we DID, since we went to see it downtown and spent $7.50 on the matinee. (How much are movies nowadays?) The comedy is smart, often having jokes that would be over the head of the kids watching it, but will make adults snicker. After seeing it, I will never look at a pepper mill, pink thong underwear or the Little Mermaid the same again.

Word Association

Unconscious Mutterings

  1. Lounge:: Lizard

  2. Photograph:: Picture
  3. Catacomb:: Urbana
  4. Crucifix:: Religion
  5. Fired drill:: Emergency
  6. Tube:: Top
  7. Dropped:: Bomb
  8. LTD:: limited
  9. Panther:: Black
  10. Formica:: Counter

House Hunting….part 1

Why ‘Part 1′? Because finding a house is going to take a while!

We started our search looking through Elmhurst, which to my dismay I found out was voted the #1 suburb to live in Chicago. If I lived there, it would be a great thing. But it makes FINDING a home there next to impossible if you’re on a tight budget. The houses there range from ok to WOW. The ok houses, although in our price range, were too shabby and crappy, and not worth the money they were going for.

We saw a lot of houses that made us go ‘Ohh!’ and ‘Ahh!’ but found out that they were in the $550,000+ range, which is out of our league. Saw a real nice one for more than a million dollars. Yeah….right!

This brought us to the reality that if we wanted to live in a suburb close to the city, we can’t have the ideal home that we want….we have to get a so-so home. Although living farther out in the suburbs, we can get a really good house at a better price, but the commute to work will be hell.

Ack! Decisions! Decisions!