Archive for January, 2012

The White Stuff


I guess we are finally receiving our Detroit Michigan snow today. The weather this season has been quite strange with hardly a drop of snow and mild temperatures. I’m not sure if this snow is suppose to equate to very much,but by the looks of it falling my son should be happy for some winter playtime outside.


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Fight For Your WRITE!

So I don’t mean fight for your right, as in to party like the Beastie Boys so perfectly sang. No, I mean fight for your “write”. Fight for your time to write, to be creative, and to thrive in your talents. Fight for your freedom of speech, for the things you want to say and share with the world.

Fighting for “my personal time” after working a 40+ hours a week accounting job and coming home to my loving family whom I want to spend the last hours of an evening with, it is a struggle to actually click my fingers along these very keys, shoot who am I kidding, just finding the energy or some quite alone time to even think some days to even pick up my computer to write is a struggle.

But I sit here looking out at the blustery weather today, while my 1.5 year old naps and my 4.5 year old quietly plays in the other room. And why not take this opportune time to write to my heart’s content you say? The damn TV sucked me in. It does it all the time. I decided to catch up on my DVR shows from the week that I have missed and I was sucked in bundled up on the cozy warm couch while I watched the flurries dance around outside my front windows, bleeding with cold air.

I knew this was my opportune prime time to click away, while I had a moment from, mom I’m thirsty, mom can you get me something to eat, mom Noah is climbing the table. The running back and forth from room to room making sure the house was still standing and chasing my very busy toddler around. So I very consciously fought against my lazy will and turned off the TV and grabbed the laptop. And here I sit for a brief moment of personal time as I hear the 4.5 year old fishing for something in the refrigerator. I’m waiting for him to ask for my help…wait here he is… Ok I’m back. It twas…a pudding snack, oh my!

I am happy for the brief 1/2 hour that I was able to type these thoughts out. I have been thinking about my Fight to write for days, and here it is. It’s not the prettiest, but it’s something. I hope you enjoy, and I would love to hear about your fight to write?

Have a blessed weekend!

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So this blog post may sound like I am picking on our temporary Accounting Admin. But I assure you, he would drive anyone one of you crazy with his musical butt and repetitive questions. And for purposes of concealing his identity we will call him Trevor in this post in honor of my co-worker who couldn’t remember his name and calls him Trevor.

These are the temporary helpers don’ts, if you want to be considered for the job hire.

1. No matter how musically talented you are, do not pull out your musical butt flute. Seriously, how you can pass gas (loudly) in a room with 3 other people sitting around you in cubicles and not bat an eyelash at your own smelly farts and continue to work with those same people daily, is beyond me. I guess cudos for carrying through the embarrassment?

2. When you claim to have a degree from an Accounting school, please show me that you know something about accounting. And the fact that your over confidence to prove that you knew how to do bank reconciliations while leaving unreconciled items open without question, try again.

3. When you are handed an automatic debit form that defines the debiting vendor as Consumers Energy, and the account name that the vendor is debiting from as XYZ, would you think to look up XYZ as the vendor to pay or Consumers Energy? Hmmm, Trevor chose XYZ – example below:

Account Name: XYZ                        Date:01/05/12

Account#111111111111                  Amount Debited: $50.00

Payment Info: Consumers Energy 12345678 blah blah blah

4. Temp “There is no address on this check for me to mail it?”

Accountant “Here is the address and please write on the envelope Attention to xxxx”

Temp (silent stare before dumb chimes in) “Where do I write the Attention to on the envelope?”


5. When you are asked “do you understand?” don’t say yes, then come ask me to clarify AGAIN five minutes later, then 20 minutes after that or the next day!

6. In conjunction to #5, You are giving us the heebie jeebies from your creepy pacing/swaying at your desk and constant head scratching, probably due to fear of repeating the same damn questions you have asked over and over. Hello McFly…

7. Personal Hygiene. As if the musical butt flute was not enough. Your body odor and styrofoam container lunches sitting on your desk all day, has caused me to buy and strategically place an air freshener posed as a force field to your stench. Also, there is a simple tool we use to clean our mouths it’s called a tooth brush, you should invest in one. and lastly smooth some water and a come over your hair as to not show the pillow indents and smudges around your head.

Oh there are many more “dont’s” that I am sure I locked away to protect my sanity, but I think I will end it here for now. Please feel free to share your stories of office nightmares. This one has been a doozie.

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