Mental Decompression Part II

 Well, I got the results of the binding arbitration that made so nervous I literally wet myself.  The results were in favor of the position I was advocating for.  I guess that makes it a win.  However, the arbiter remanded some portions of the case back to the parties to hammer out.  I'm good with that.  What that means is that the current terms and conditions remain in effect until proven otherwise.  

Tie goes to the runner.  I was the runner.

 I've been getting emails of "congratulations" from the industry.  What is ironic is that I'm the lowest paid of them all taking on the biggest issue our industry is facing.  They are all benefiting from my hard work.  

Bottom line:  Don't mess with me unless you are absolutely sure you know what you're doing.  I will have you choking on your own words.  When will they ever learn?  Being underestimated is my secret weapon.  Being underestimated has served me well.  I love being a girl :)

Now, how about that raise? 

 

 

Olympics - Cheaters

 I've given up on watching the Olympics.  I think everybody else has as well because NBC reported dismal ratings.  Why I don't watch the Olympics:

1.  Russians cheat;

2.  Nobody is really from the country they are representing.  Athletes are allowed to shop for a country;

3.  Nobody trains in the country they are representing.  Many of them train here regardless of where they are from; 

4.  It's gotten waaaaaay too political.  

I Give Great Head

 Oh please, get your mind out of the gutter.  I'm not referring to anything remotely X-rated.  I'm referring to my talent of pouring a beer (pivo in Czech and Bier auf Deutsch) with the perfect amount of foam at the top.  Hey, I'm talented at the tap!  At least I'm good for something.  What else would you expect from my DNA that has a substantial chunk from central Europe?  

 

DEVO: Mongoloid

 Yes, I'm a fan of DEVO.  I also know I'm dating myself (again) to the birth of technopop in the 1980's.  

This song is surprisingly catchy and you will be humming it all day long.  And....the guys on the album cover looks like a guy I went to high school with. 

 

Coffe, Milk, and No to Dirty Dishes

 I am not a morning person.  I never have been.  With that being stated, I need to set my mornings so that it does not instantly set me off in a negative mood.  We all know I need help there on that one.  LOL

I must greet the morning (because I work and must adhere to some sort of office hour schedule) with coffee, milk, and a clean kitchen.  In my world, nothing is worse than waking up to a pile of dirty dishes in the sink, last night's dinner crusted in pots and pans, and not being able to have coffee the way I like it.  

Instant bad mood.  

There can be jackets and shoes strung about the house, but that does not get to me like waking up to dirty dishes.  

I'm sure your life is complete knowing that bit of info about me.  LOL.  

Oh, one more thing:  I forgot about the FIVE STAGES OF LAUNDRY.

I've already ranted about that one. 

Mental Decompression

 I have been exhaling HUGE sighs of relief since yesterday morning.  My binding arbitration issue for Washington D.C. has been heard.  I was literally peeing my pants the entire time speaking in front of this panel of old, white men staring at me from behind their bench while I stated my case.  It was intimidating as all H-E-double hockey sticks. 

The feedback I got from my colleagues after the hearing was that I did really well.  I had no idea what I was doing.  I prepared as best as I could and tried to anticipate what mud would be slung at me.  One bit of mud that was slung at me that I had NO idea was coming, simply because it's a total and complete lie, was that I was colluding with the City of San Rafael on public contract jobs.  In a weird way I was flattered that they thought I was capable of actually having that kind of influence.  LOL.

Whew.  It's over now.  All I have to do at this point is wait for the decision.  I gave it my best.  The rest is up to the universe.  

Another thing that happened was that I was invited to consider a job in labor relations for headquarters based on my presentation.  I guess my nerves and pee stains were not showing where they could see them.  The downer part would be that I would have to leave Sonoma County for Washington, D.C.  

That would mean selling the house.  That would mean SHOVELING SNOW IN WINTER.  That would mean moving across the country.  Scary.  On the plus side, they actually have water in D.C.  California will be running out very soon.   

Superbowl Half Time Show

I don't really care about who wins the game.  I watch for the commercials and the half time show.  

OK....this year.....we have an assortment of rap artists....performing on top of a map of Los Angeles....with their cars out front.  

I love watching the choreography.  I wonder why I was not invited to dance at the half time show?  Where's their "diversity and inclusion" of a white woman over the age of 50 in the hip hop world?  LOL

 

Chantel Smith's Barking Dogs

 

It's posts like these as to why I got kicked off NextDoor.  I can't help but to point out the obvious to the poster and pepper it with sarcasm.  Yes, my husband has an account that I have hacked but I don't dare respond or post as I don't want to get him kicked off as well.  Here's what my snarky response would have been.

Dear Chantel, 

Obviously this is not a new issue as you have received multiple complaints from various sources....yet your dogs continue to bark and annoy your neighbors.  What difference would sending a text make?  You have done nothing to solve the problem except to blame your neighbors.  How DARE they want peace and quiet!  It's not your neighbors' ongoing responsibility to train your dogs not to bark all day long, nor to be constantly alerting you that it is bothering them.  You admitted the dogs are outside during the day.  Where are you?  You know the barking is a problem and have not done anything about it, so no, you're not trying to be a good neighbor. 

I'm sure there is a reason your neighbors don't want to deal with you directly as based on comments from others on this post gently suggesting that perhaps YOU are part of the problem, you go into instant attack mode.  Quite frankly, you are a psycho bitch and there is no wonder why a lawyer is involved.  I think an air horn sounding loudly outside your bedroom window while you're trying to sleep is in order.  That should get your dogs barking as well to disrupt your peace and quiet while you're trying to rest. 

Black Crowes: Sure Hard to Handle

 This is one of my favorite "fun" songs.  You know, when you just want to jam out to upbeat music and get a little rowdy.  

And yes, I'm sure hard to handle ;)