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That’s what I say in my head whenever I type business. But that’s not really the point here. I’m talking about being busy. The ness of busy. Busyness. Not to be confused with Busey-ness. Which is a bad thing. And while I’m terribly tempted to go into why Busey-ness is a bad, thing I think we’ve all seen the mug shots. Or was that Nolte? I get them confused nowadays. Anyway.

Busyness. Term paper due next monday. 10 - 15 pages of research on employee motivation and morale. Specifically in the consulting field. At least that’s what I hope it will be. In fact I imagine it’ll end up being a cop out about general employee motivation. Not a lot of research out there comparing the consultant work-life vs. regular work-life. It’s very different. But I don’t have time to go into it becuase I’m busy. At work even. Holiday parties pending, golf outing planning, and some serious management transitioning over the next several weeks.

Oh, havne’t I told you yet? Ok - a little explanation first. There are 3 levels of management here in this office (Mind you that’s 3 levels of managment among a total of about 40 people - kind a ridiculous in my opinion, but that’s just me…hmm maybe I should write my paper about too much management…nevermind I’m getting distracted…too much on my mind.) Ok 3 levels of management: VP - MD - MC. No need to go into detail. Just know that the MC reports to the MD who reports to the VP.
Ok - so since I’ve been here, (that’s April) we’ve been trying to hire a new MC.
About October our MD resigned.
Last week we learned that our VP is resigning as of 12/31.
Next week or new MD starts, in January our new MC starts, and sometime between now and January the bigwigs are supposed to find a VP to replace our old one.
Things are a littly wacky right now.
So anyway. That’s work busyness.

I mentioned already that I’ve got my term paper due next week. The following week is the final. I’m very distracted, so my blogging may be intermitent over the next few weeks. I’ll try to post at least once every coupla days but I may not be visiting others in the blogworld much.

So now that I’ve wasted 15 mintues of my busy day telling you why I shouldn’t be wasting time, I’ve got one more thing to share.

I’ve got a plan…or I’m formulating a plan. This whole school thing has inspired me. I need to become a more assertive person. I also need to be less sleepy. While these things are not necessarily directly related, I think they may be connected somewhere deep within me. It all comes down to me caring just a little bit more about my own career development. Or, as it is now, lack there of. So I was gonna blog about this plan and kinda work it out as I go. I think I’ll have to work on the plan more when I have a bit more time.

So if I don’t get to it this week, somebody remind me next week to start formulating my plan a bit more. But it’s based on behavior therapy and the power of mind over matter. If you put your mind to it anything is possible. That’s my theory. I’m gonna start with trying tell myself that I’m really not as sleepy as I think I am. I want to have more energy. I’m tired of being tired all the time.

Ok - seriously…I need to get back to that new Org chart…

I survived another Thanksgiving with the fam. Standard arguments and general avoidance of greater problems. Sat. after Tday we celebrated my great aunt and uncle’s 50th anniversary with the family.

That night my great aunt went into the emergency room with severe pains in her stomach area. She had a perferated ulcer and air was getting into her stomach. She’s had this ulcer for going on at least a year now, and her doc up in smalltown Kansas couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her. I have my suspicions she and her hubby had planned this trip to the emergency room so that the docs down here would run the tests, that they’re doc evidentlywouldn’t do. Can you imagine!? An ulcer for an entire year. So long that it finally ate a hole in her stomach that required a 3 hour surgery to sew up?!

Good news is it’s taken care of, and she should be much better now!

So what were you thankful for this Thanksgiving?

I’m flying up to Tulsa tonight. My original flight is booked for an 8:56pm departure. Due to the rain it has been pushed back to a 10pm departure. There are flights almost every hour to hour and a half out of dfw to tulsa. The 5:05 is now 5:20. The 6:35 is now 7:15, the 7:45 is now 8:50. So as you can see things are quite delayed, I’m sure because of so many flights were held due to the storms this morning and afternoon.

I’m going to try and get to the airport as close to 6 as possible, bring a book, and plan on hanging out as lons as necessary to get on as early a flight as possible.

Hope everyone has a great holiday, and enjoys their turkey (or ham, or tofurkey, or turducken, or whatever) and fixins.

And before I leave, a happy turkey day song:

Oh Mr. Turkey-O
Oh Mr. Turkey-O
Oh Mr. Tur-key-O
When he walks he wobbles
When he talks he gobbles
Oh Mr. Tur-key-O

I tried to make a cake today. From scratch. I failed. I blame the shortening. Shortening container said for best results use within a year of opening. I’m guessing I bought it about this time last year. The cake taste funny. The frosting is also a bit off. And not enough of it. I can only blame myself for the frosting. Though I don’t know what I did wrong. I’m leaving it here for the crew when they get back from the hospital, to sample it. I fully expect it to be thrown out by the time I get back from class.
It’s 5 - time to head towards class, picking up dinner on the way.

Since the boys aren’t around and I’m at home coughing up a lung (for a few minutes more) I should go ahead and at least put the word out if you haven’t heard yet.

Today Zero started his first round of Chemo-Therapy. Around 10am this morning they put in the IV. I’ll be calling Phlome after my doc appointment to hear how things are going.

Disgusting is when you’ve got so much mucus coming up out of your throat when you cough that it causes a gag reflex. So much mucus that it gets stuck between going down and coming up that instead of coughing it up, you’re vomiting up.

Dr’s appointment today at 1.

so i spent most of last night when i should have been sleeping trying not to cough, and drinking water. finally at 6:30 the alarm went off so I got up to go find drugs. every 10 steps i’d double off with a body wracking coughing fit, my ribs are killing me. my drugs were no wear to be found. they just up and disappeared. so in a minor state of panic i dug through my medicine cabinet and came up with some alkaseltzer cold and cough. only problem was they’re blue. blue ususlly means sleepy medicine. i took them anyway. within half an hour i wasn’t coughing anymore but i was half asleep on the bed. knowing full well that going into work is no longer and option, i log in to work and promptly pass out again.
by the time i pulled my self out of the sleep of the dead my entire body was shrivled up with dehydration. so i chugged water and started dealing with emails that i won’t get into right now. all i have to say, is some people need to take 2 mintues to think about what they’re asking before pressing that send button.
anyway, then i went to the pharmacy to replenish my drugs, then off to wendy’s for spicey chicken filet, in hopes that i might be able at least taste some of the spiceyness.
Cough has eased up significantly, now i only cough if phlegm is working it’s way out, i still sound froggy, my ears ache, and my nose is stuffy. oh and neko, that worst headache in the world, i shared it with you this morning, only mine wasn’t so much head, as entire face. love those sinuses.

ok - so there you go folks, that’s been my day. I’m moving to arizona were they don’t have the damp weather that causes this funk in me. i need some dry desert weather.

So the discussion came up on FJ’s blog as to how much of a criminal the Marquis de Sade really was. Here’s a bio.

It does mention murder and torture and such. But if you read the last bit, it goes on to say that it was all Louis the XV’s fault. His decadense filtered down through the nobility. The Marquis just took it further that he should have. I’m guessing he must have been able to find at least a few girls who liked that sort of thing, because some of them, including his wife, really stuck by him for quite a while.

Again, the author portrays the Marquis as being relatively innocent in the whole process. Murder being sort of a side note. I think I’ll go see if I can find some info on him that’s a little less nice about him.

Basically it seems as though the Marquis is viewed as being simply a product of his time, with not quite enough money to keep himself out of trouble.

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Sorry, Jess, looks like we have a new Rev in the fold…yours is gonna have to go by JTM ’round her, to avoid confusion. But of course you can call him whatever you like

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