Dear 60-day Review,

Remember when I forgot about you? So I showed up at work at 8am, business as usual until my supervisor asked if everything was ok. Yeah, I replied, Why do you ask? She looks at me with a furrowed brow. Your performance review was at 7:30. We can meet whenever you're ready, in a super nice but I knew was a little confused and maybe a little miffed as to why and HOW someone could possibly forget about their performance review (I'm still learning to cope with my life unattached to the blackberry).

I stammered a little, but firmly responded with I'm ready right now - of course, *#&^, @#$*, @!@# - was my mental response.

Great way to start the day.
Great way.

Dear RTA,

RTA (v.) - reply to all; a function in email that allows you to reply to all parties that sent and received an email. Sometimes used inappropriately causing an excess of non-relevant replies to flood one's Inbox. Very annoying. Very amusing.

For example - this is the original email I received at work:


Subject: Please stop feeding the cats



FYI…
The County Animal Services has requested that we ask our employees to stop feeding the feral cats that are hanging around the campus. There is an ordinance prohibiting feeding cats without licensing them, apparently feeding them is claiming some sort of ownership, so please refrain from feeding these feral cats or catch them and take them home.

Human Resources


As if the original notice from HR wasn't weird enough...this was the BIZARRE RTA that followed MINUTES after...

This RTA resulted in a chain of back and forth, off-line email conversations among my coworkers and I, trying to figure out who would do this sort of thing. I have never met the guy who sent the email, but he will always be known as the cat Cheezburger guy who inappropriately RTAs.

Dear Super Bowl,

WHICH ONE OF THESE IS NOT LIKE THE OTHER?

It's true, before tonight's game I thought the Steelers were playing the St. Louis Cardinals (option #3...with the cardinal perched on the baseball bat). Sports fans everywhere - you have my permission to collectively roll your eyes, shake your head and sigh in disappointment.

BUT REALLY - just for kicks - think how much fun that game would be if it were to happen...picture this, a Steelers linebacker bolting from home plate in an attempt to tackle the Cardinals pitcher while he stood on the mound, just getting ready to throw a curve ball. Or have the QB throw a pass to home only to have the batter swing at the pig skin with his Louisville Slugger and knock it out of the park.

I find it to be an amusing image - but then again I could have just committed some serious sports blasphemy crossing these 2 very different American sports.

I'll be the first to admit, I'm not a sports fanatic nor am I even remotely concerned about what's going on during the game (despite my past as a high school cheerleader). I will however admit that I liked a few ads. I've heard it said the ads are the best part of the Super Bowl - I say that's true, but on an ad by ad basis. Some are good. Some are awful.

GOOD

#1 - Freak outs in the car relating to work frustration?
I have no idea what they are talking about...

#2 - "...what are you going to do, turn off your TV and computer?? hahahahaha..."

AWFUL - these ones I refuse to post in an effort to lessen the amount of garbage on the internet - but let's just say some of them had to do with Go-Daddy, E*Trade and Doritos. Sex unfortunately still seems to sell (boo), talking babies are not funny and eating chips to blast a female's outfit from her body? yeah, that guy deserved getting hit by a bus.

Oh and another non-football Super Bowl highlight? When Bruce Springsteen ran into the camera, crotch first. Celebrities! They're just like us!!

Dear Bed Time,

Even though I don't get MLK day off, I ignored you last night and stayed up way too late. Mostly because friends were hanging out and we eventually spent hours looking up SNL skits - this one had me crying.

Thank you Jill.
Thank you Brad.
Thank you Joey.

Dear Snowbird,

The mountain and I were in love on Saturday. Slowly but surely I'm getting the hang of toe side.

And...remember when I somehow ended up doing moguls? Yeah, that wasn't the plan.

Five more days til the weekend.
I'm officially one of those people who would...rather be snowboarding.

Noelle - I'll be ready for your trip in February. I promise you won't be embarrassed to ski with me. Just no double blacks ok?


Cheryl and Curtis taking a lift to the top. We practically had the mountain to ourselves in the morning.


Cheryl and I taking a lift to the top. Cheryl looked like a pro in her new jacket. She happily pulled me along at one point (Cheryl skies) with her pole as I was stuck, at a standstill on a catwalk. My normal hop hop move wasn't getting me anywhere, nor was my primate push (picture what an ape would like walking, hands on the ground pushing along with the feet). Without Cheryl I would have had to unstrap - which I hate doing - it's one of the downsides of snowboarding: not enough speed/skill + a slight incline = no forward movement.


I am happy as a snow bum even with a broken binding, a paper clip zipper jacket and gloves tearing at the seams. It all makes me sound a lot more hard core than I am. The fact of the matter is, it's what I get for getting cheap stuff on sale. Boo.

Dear Dream Job,

An Account Planner for Facebook...in the Paris office.

And we're not talking Paris, Texas people.

What not apply?
I can't think of a single reason.

Dear Denny,

Just die. Again. Or whatever it's called when the ghost of one's former self leaves...cross over? Yeah, that's it - just cross over already. Seriously.