New boss is really raining on my parade. He's a nice guy, but we don't 'click'. He has a very 'salesy' approach that is completely opposite of my approach. He can come off as condescending and dismissive to potential clients. Asking someone to commit to more than $25k in advertising in one appointment isn't usually a one appointment deal. And he spends literally no time asking them about their own marketing challenges, goals etc.

The atmosphere in the office is... definitely down.

He is the boss, and I have to deal with it. I'm open to pick up some nuggets of wisdom - I'm of the belief that I can always learn from others. I'm struggling with finding a way to integrate what he does, with my own style. I've been doing really well the past few months - because I've developed a style that is completely different from his.

But he's saying that we have to do 'his' presentation with his PowerPoint, verbatim. So much so that he's got CDs burned of his presentation for us to play on the way to appointments.

(Seriously!)

I love my job - the part where I manage my client's accounts, and educate them about marketing. I don't dig my time in the office - the amount of micro-management going on is growing by the day. It's getting to be really hard to jump through all the hoops.

Hence, I need a break. I need to get away.

I got a spiffy new phone this week. (Apologies if I accidentally call you - I'm still trying to figure the damn thing out.)

Manually entering tons of phone numbers does tend to lead to a couple of incorrect entries...

I didn't realize that the phone 'announces' the name of the caller when they call.

Me sitting in a lunch seminar yesterday. It's fairly intimate. 12 people. I thought I had my phone on vibrate.

All of a sudden we hear a computer-generated announcement coming from my pocket.
"Ass hole Calling. Ass hole Calling. Ass hole Calling."
I realize... it's my phone.
And it's my boss calling.
We are all laughing hysterically.
Guess I shouldn't have re-named my new boss that on my phone?

I went for a 4 mile run today at noon before the Falcons game started.
It's 55 outside.
And sunny.
But windy as heck.
Makes for chilly running.
I did it in 51 minutes.
With hills.
About a 13 minute mile.
Apparently freezing ones ass off makes you run faster.
I've been having pain around my left shoulder-blade since the car accident in Feb 07.
Running seems to make it hurt a lot more.
Chiropractor I've been seeing says I need regular intense massage due to scar tissue around there.
(Have I mentioned Hot Stud is a Massage Therapist that has never given me a real massage?)
As well as giving up my high heels. (Like THAT's going to happen.)

Came home.
Had lunch.
Had shower.
Gave myself a facial.
Pedicure. (Blood red)
Manicure. (neutral color)
Did laundry.
Watching Falcons kicking some Saints butt.

Don't my toes look cute?
It's a shame they are covered up.
I guess I'll need to head somewhere warm to show them off.

I have a ritual of staying in bed on Saturday mornings for some quiet time. I read, I write and drink coffee in bed. I'm sitting here, relaxing a bit - all of a sudden I smell something most foul.

Tux.
Farted.

How something so small and relatively cute can create such a foul and looming odor is beyond me.
Really.
How does he get it to linger like that?

I hate Tmobile.
I have had the end of my contract date marked for more than a year.
It ends on Sunday.

A week ago, I went online to order a new phone/service through a site called "Wirefly."
I got my Tmobile phone from them 2 years ago.
Their pricing on equipment is much better.
But you effing pay for it tenfold with the frustration.

I sign up online.
Then I get an email saying my order is canceled.
(WTF? I didn't cancel it.)

So then I go online chat.
They tell me they need to verify my home address.
I need to send a copy of my Drivers License and a utility bill.
(I've lived at my current address for almost a decade, wouldn't that be verified on my credit report??)

I fax it over.
I call back and they say it takes 24 hours to confirm.
I wait.
I called back 24 hours later.
They never received it.
I refax.
Five times to make SURE they got it.
(Making a point.)
I wait another 24 hours.
I call back to confirm.
Then they say I didn't include a copy of my ss card
I tell them they never told me that.

So I fax the ss card to them.
I wait ANOTHER 24 hours.
They didn't receive it.
I fax it ten times to make sure there was NO way they didn't get it.

I call back the next day.
(Now I would have said screw the $200 difference and gone directly into the store, but I didn't want a 2nd credit report pulled...)

They tell me that they are evaluating it.
What. The. F...

So then I get a call this morning form someone obviously from India on my vm.
She says I need to confirm information on my application.
I have to replay the message 8 times and have two coworkers helping me try to figure out the phone number.
And the application number was more than 20 numbers/letters and she said them fast - twice - and I got 2 of them.

I'm seriously ready to kill someone by this point.

She has me repeat a bunch of information already on my application - my address and crap like that.
I have to get her to repeat information because I cannot understand this woman.
AT ALL.

Then she tells me I'm approved for up to 10 lines.
Um, great.
I only want one.

I asked that they deliver the phone to my work address.
They won't do it.
I ask if they can require a signature at my home because the dumbass fedex guy last time left a flat panel tv on my front door. (It was gone when I got home.)
They wouldn't even note to require a signature.
They'll make me go through effing hoops to make sure I'm who I say I am, but once they ship the phone, they don't give a flip.

It took 10 days to get approval.
I"m scared to death that the number porting will be screwed up more.

Fingers crossed everyone.
Fingers crossed.

I'm at a coffee shop. Waiting for another appt.
Some guy says to me...

"Nice Stems."

I thought "who's carrying flowers?"

Dumbass me.
He was complimenting my legs.

(Yes, I was wearing 4 inch heels. NO it wasn't a short skirt.)

I got to my polling place at 6:20. I was 15th in line. I had my mp3 player and some coffee while I waited. I had to endure some ass behind me going on and on about how Obama is all about change. I'm texting a friend waiting in line elsewhere. I notice how this ass is reading over my shoulder what I'm texting.

So I decide to incite him a bit.

I text that I think the majority of Obama supporters are merely lemmings that are too easily persuaded by repetitive messages, parroting snippets without having a clue of policy and implications. That their entitlement attitudes continue to show their own inability to achieve anything of substance on their own.

That got him riled up.
I pretend that I don't realize that he's reading what I'm texting. I'm listening to my music and absorbed in the exchanges.

So then I start texting some pretty racy things.
I won't repeat what I texted, but I did at the end write "Obama Fucker standing behind me, are you enjoying reading this you ass?"

He shut up.
As we were waiting for 7am to roll around, we were standing by a large sample ballot. He was looking at all of the other issues/offices that were on the ballot. He was asking all sorts of questions about them.

I couldn't help myself.
I said "Of course a savvy educated voter like yourself is aware that there is more on the ballot than Obama, aren't you?"


I was done voting by 7:09. He was still scrolling through the ballot - of course he couldn't read without moving his lips.

The line as I was leaving was quite long - out the door and around the building.

If you read postings from earlier in the week, you read that I had an unfortunate incident at a new hair salon where I went in for a cut/color. I'm a redhead, although I admit that I have been 'kicking up the color' since I was... 15. Being a redhead has always fit my personality.

Lots of men are very attracted to that red hair.
One of them being the local radio personality I've been seeing on/off for two years. (Much more off than on).
Anyhoo, he showed up at my office a few weeks ago - we had a smooch.
Suddenly, he's interested in me again.
I'm not asking why.
My interest is more along the lines of "why now?"
He's rather swamped with the election stuff for the next week, so things have been limited to calls/emails.
He seriously has a weakness for redheads.

So Thursday, I sent him a text message.
I told him I had some news that would probably change how he feels about me.

Not 10 seconds later, he calls.
I guess he was thinking something really wacky - like I have STDs, I'm getting married, I've decided to vote for Obama, or I dunno.

I tell him I'm no longer a redhead.
(I can hear the sigh over the phone.)

He laughed and said my appeal goes much further than my hair color.
And I'd always have the spirit of a redhead.

I'm evil, aren't I?