Thursday, February 3, 2011
And here I said I would never move again; after 12 or so years of sitting in my office with a cube, I've finally been granted my wish...I'm moving out to the Executive Office. Co-Worker, Mollie and I are trading spaces.
Here's my new space. I'll have a different desk and chairs, but the picture on the wall is staying:
Why do I want to give up my privacy, giant window and 90 degree temps in the spring/summer? Cause I'm a secretary, damn it! Oh fine, "assistant"; well, technically, "Executive Assistant - Legal". No secretary worth her or his salt should be sitting in an office especially with a cube.
Back in the old days a secretary would sit right outside her boss' office ready for any command or to fetch a cup of coffee or get some lunch. Why, Boss-Karen used to call me Radar cause I anticipated her every need and that's why I'm finally going to move out to the Executive Office. Well that and Mollie finally wants to trade.
I will have a direct view of Boss-Karen (if I lean back a little). Check it out:
I'll see her wiping her oh-so-petite-nose with her ever-present piece of Kleenex, eating her five almonds, getting that one little piece of designer chocolate out of her purse that she'll savor in the late afternoon, endlessly looking for her glasses or a pen and checking in with her lil' pumpkin or Marge; but most of all, I'll be there for her when needs me cause that's my job and I wouldn't trade it for nothin. Well, if I won the lottery, I'd reconsider that last remark.
My soon-to-be-former office-cube had 12 years worth of crap. All the little kitschy things that all my co-workers brought me back from their many vacations...my Hawaiian tiki god collection that goes back to the 90's, glass pyramids with inlaid cities, wooden clogs from Amsterdam, several shot glasses; the ship in the bottle; just to name a few. They will be seen no more. Wonder why? It would seem this was one of the Executive Director's concerns about my moving out to the EO. He was afraid I was going to clutter up the office with all my junk. Not me, oh boy...I'm nothing, if not a professional! I guess he also asked my soon-to-be-new-office-mate if she was okay with me moving out there. What a thing to say...who wouldn't love, love, love sitting by me???
Carnivore-Poppy and I are still working the low-carb diet. Although, we did fall off the sled (figuratively and literally) while at Donner. There were biscuits, mashed potatoes, gravy, English muffins, tacos, burritos...sick, I tell you, just sick! But we're back on track.
While at Donner looking at trashy mags, I found a recipe from Giada for Smoky Arrabiata Sauce. Here's the recipe:
Smoky Arrabiata Sauce
1 3-inch Serrano chili
1 28-oz crushed tomato
1 small onion
2 cloves garlic
1 tbsp. capers, drained, rinsed and coarsely chopped
1 tbsp. sugar (substituted 1/2 tsp. Truvia)
2 ½ tsp. smoked paprika
1 tbsp. kosher salt, plus extra for seasoning
Remove stem and half the seeds from the chili; coarsely chop. Chop the next 7 ingredients; you want them chunky.
Bring tomato mixture to a boil over medium heat; reduce heat and simmer 25 minutes or until thickened.
Salt to taste and keep warm. Prepare steaks and serve with the sauce.
Very NOM!!! Would be really good on pasta...if we were eating pasta.
Back to the never ending episodes of Keeping Up With The Kecky's! A quick update...after a fruitless discussion with Infidelity Home Warranty, all we're going to get out of this debacle is a refund of our service charge and a "I'm sorry." Oddly enough, I found the name of the CEO of the company and was getting ready to write a letter, but I can't find an address for these jerks anywhere. Whatever! I had a voicemail this morning from Infidelity saying the valve had been fixed and would be expressed mailed today for delivery to Former-BFF-Oven-Guy tomorrow.
I emailed Back-In-My-Good-Graces-BFF-Oven-Guy and let him know the part should be coming tomorrow and if it did, could he install it on Saturday? He's so chatty...he replied back "Yes." Cool!
Some one was very cold this morning...
I wanna be a stay-at-home mom.