Wednesday, January 31, 2007

My Honey Away From Home

I've discussed this topic once or twice with QC and even as I type I'm still not sure how to approach the subject.
I have worked in numerous offices for the past 11 years now and I'm noticing this funny little trend. For the most part of those past 11 years I've been in a steady relationship. And, again for most of that time, I've lived with my man. Total monogamy.
Yet, at most of the offices I have worked at, I've befriended someone of the opposite sex, that eventually becomes my Office Spouse.
It's nothing bad. Completely innocent. It usually involves a lot of advice-giving (work-related and personal), lunches, joking around, sometimes insults and the odd "eff you". But it usually makes being on the job a little more fun, especially in a static office environment.
Ah, I remember my first one....Ray. He worked in the mail room. I was only 19, it was my first office job and about 10 months after I started there was when I first moved out of my parent's to live with Dum-Dum. About 4 months after that I found out I was pregnant with Evan. We had a big laugh (later on, of course) about the morning after I found out. I walked in the mailroom, asked for some supplies and then just looked at Ray and said "Oh yeah, and I'm pregnant" and walked out. He didn't know if it was a joke or serious and he didn't want to talk about it in the office so when we went for lunch that day and I started to cry, he figured it out.
Then there was Martin. Martin was younger than me by a couple years (Ray was about 7 or 8 years older than me). Martin was such a typical young guy - loved his fancy cars and name-brand clothing. Thought that driving an expensive car meant everything. But he was fun to hang out with. I still talk to him once in a while and hate to say that even now, 7 years after I first met him, he hasn't changed a bit.
After Martin I had a bit of a dry spell. I had Olivia, went on maternity leave and then didn't go back to work until Dum-Dum and I split up. Then I worked a year in a hell-hole where there were maybe 6 male employees out of 100 people. And socializing was a no-no. There was only one single male that worked there that talked to me but he kind of creeped me out. (Julie, you know who I'm talking about).
Then Tony came along. He had the horrible task of training me. Hands-on. Which meant hours together in the car and months of him introducing me to all the right people. And with tons of marketing comes tons of lunches, dinners, golf tournaments, hockey games...you name it. He has made the biggest impact on my career than anyone - and done me a lot of good. He's also given me so much great advice - on work, my kids, my relationship, everything. I owe a lot to him and he will remain a great friend to me for a very long time.
And now...at this job that I've had for just barely 3 months? I've started making friends. There's the young crowd - a group of 4, 3 girls and a guy, that are in their early 20's, just starting out. They're pretty cool, and it feels strange to be the "old girl" because in the past I had always been part of that young crowd. Two of the girls in that group have actually invited me out this weekend to a club and I am considering going. And my desk is next to the one guy who is the Office Spouse to all the younger girls.
The interesting thing is, this Office Spouse or Work Spouse is way more common than I thought. I've heard of a lot of people that have a Work Spouse. Even older people that have been married for years! So how common is this? How many of you have a Work Spouse?
Not just me? Check out some articles I found about this subject: Wedded Work Bliss, Platonic Office Romance, Married On the Job

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Anyone Seen This?

Following up after this post:

I wasn't interested in it when it first came out - I've seen him on Da Ali G Show and really didn't think I could stand a full film about this guy, but the more I hear about it and see photos like this, the more I want to see it.

Any thoughts from people that have actually seen it?

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

The Biggest Loser - Corporate Style

I've recently joined in with a group of 21 others in my office in a weight-loss challenge. We throw in $2 every Friday (started last week, on the 12th) and for 10 weeks we weigh in. The person to lose the most weight in the end wins the pot. I thought to myself: What a great idea! All I need is a little motivation.

I know I won't win, but it's helping me to have this 21-member support network to shed a few extra pounds. Everyone shares their healthy eating and exercise tips and its a great way to bond with some of the people around the office that I don't normally get to chat with.

So last Friday I weighed-in, 2 pounds more than my scale at home has been telling me. And I've had a bit of a rough start. I've been craving potato chips like crazy! In hopes that its just my body wanting cruncy and vinegar-y stuff, I opted for a crisp salad and balsamic vinaigrette dressing. Which I just splashed all over myself. Does red vinegar stain?

I'll try to keep posted on my (hopeful) weight loss - although I won't disclose my actual weight on here, I'll note how much I've lost (or gained....a good possibility).

Monday, January 08, 2007

29 And Hanging On For Dear Life

This is yesterday's post...unfortunately, BLOGGER sucks and I couldn't post it.

Oh God, just one more day and I'll be {gulp} 30. Ick. Why does this hurt me so much? Are the good times over? Is this the beginning of "Cougar-dom"?
It all started in November, when I got this wonderful new job. For the first time EVER I wasn't the youngest, or part of the "younger group" in the office. What happened? There's a whole slew of 20-somethings in this place and I've just be bumped up into the "older" crowd. I don't get invited to go for beers on casual Friday's. I get invited to the retirement lunches, though. WTF?
Yeah, there's the upside. When you call in sick, no one accuses you of being hungover. No one clock-watches because I don't take extended lunches or drag my sorry ass in late every day (due to being hungover). I'm just another hard-working, frumpy old mom with pictures of her kids on her desk and Advil in her drawer. That takes advantage of being reliable and responsible by emailing her friends and blogging during office hours.
So is it all uphill from here? More birthdays, higher numbers, no more big milestones to look forward to until perhaps retirement, at which point I just have to hope I have enough RRSP's to manage to get me through.
Wish me luck...

Saturday, January 06, 2007

A Love Like No Other

I've fallen and I've fallen hard.

Now that we're together, I am so blissfully happy. I now feel....complete; my senses...awakened.

I love you TASSIMO!